 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 pages
...that is ours; We liave given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! WORDSWORTH'S POETICAL WORKS. This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And arc up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves... | |
 | 1833 - 240 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 will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pages
...the year, And worship'st at the temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. T1IE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US. THE world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pages
...powers ^ Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon fThis sea, that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd now like sleeping flowers :: For this, for everything, we are out of tune : It moves us... | |
 | 1871 - 880 pages
...powers; Little is left 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 will be howling nt all hours, And now upgivthered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out... | |
 | 1872 - 862 pages
...agreeable thought. From Saint Pauls. OFF THE SKKLLIGS. ВТ JUAN ISOBLOW. CHAPTER VIII. " This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be bowling at all hour«, And are upgather'd now like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1845 - 540 pages
...we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea, that bears 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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 will be howling at all hours, A nd are up-galher'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we ore out of tune ; It... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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 will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
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The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! 
