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" 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 me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. "
The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art - Page 476
1873
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Lost and won; or, The love test, by the author of 'The maid's husband'.

Henrietta Camilla Jenkin - 1846 - 954 pages
...: Little we see in nature that is ours ; We've 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.' Et tu, Brute ! Prithee let me hear no more of such an uncalled-for...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 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...
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The Irish Unitarian Magazine, Issues 1846-1847

784 pages
...Little we see in nature that is ours ; We've given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bears her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we're out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ;...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

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 Miscellaneous Works...

Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 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 arc up.gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves...
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The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

Book - 1847 - 216 pages
...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 ! The sea,...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 book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

Book - 1847 - 206 pages
...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 ! The sea,...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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Notes from books, in four essays

sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 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...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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Notes from Books: In Four Essays

Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 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...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...
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 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...
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