 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1880 - 618 pages
...powers 5 Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon I This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours. And are lip-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...powers ; Litrle we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea p the harp of life, and smote ou all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, t \ip-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1880 - 502 pages
...spending, we lay waste our powers ! Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our lives away, a sordid boon ! The sea, that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds, that will he howling at all hours, And are regathered now, like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 826 pages
...powers; Liltlo we see m nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon I This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, Aud are up-gathered now like sweeping flowon: For this, for evervthing, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1880 - 738 pages
...powers: _V \ Little wo sec 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 will be howling at all hours, V And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we're out of tune; It moves... | |
 | 1881 - 672 pages
...make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.' ' Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart.' ' This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now Hie sleeping floteen.' The best of Coleridge's work, also, bears the mark of strong compression, coupled... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pages
...wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET. The poetry of earth is uever dead ; late aud soon, Getting aud spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1882 - 720 pages
...powers: 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 will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we're out of tune; It moves us not.... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...wealth ? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little wo see in Nature that is ours... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 396 pages
...Little we see of 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 upgather'd now like sleeping flowers, — For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
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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! 
