 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1851 - 768 pages
...our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will bo howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like...for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1851 - 764 pages
...powers : Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon 1 This sea ew, to take the stamp Of foreign friendships in a foreign land, And ill hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1853 - 234 pages
...powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1853 - 228 pages
...powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1854 - 432 pages
...powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant... | |
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A pagan, suckled... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A pagan, suckled... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A pagan, suckled... | |
 | Horace - 1855 - 718 pages
...powers : Little we sec in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The Winds that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a... | |
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Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. 
