 I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.  The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns]. - 156 psl.autoriai: Book - 1847 - 186 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 psl.
...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 every thing,...moves us not Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...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 every thing,...moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...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 every thing,...moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 psl.
...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 every thing,...It moves us not Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 psl.
...moon ; . .| ,. t ., ., i -i . The Winds that will be howling at all hours, , And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers':'" For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; ' !'s'-' ' v.-nn .' It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be l. t A Pagan... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 psl.
...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 every thing,...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 lea, Have... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing,...moves us not Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 psl.
...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 every thing,...moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 psl.
...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 every thing,...moves us not Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
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