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" 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 everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. "
A Book of English Sonnets - Page 35
1906 - 167 pages
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The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to Tennyson

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1868
...Getting and spending, we lay waste onr powers ; Little we see in Natnre that is onrs ; We have given onr hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her...to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all honrs, And are np-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are ont of tnne...
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Essays on English Writers

James Hain Friswell - English literature - 1869 - 360 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 ! This sea...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...
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English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1869 - 798 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 ! This sea that...The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gatherM now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us...
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The Oxford University Magazine and Review, Issue 1

University of Oxford - 1869
...powers : Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not....
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1869
...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 ; in. It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ; So might...
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Textanlässe, Lesetätigkeiten: Poetik und Rhetorik der Unabgeschlossenheit

Detlev Gohrbandt - Books and reading - 1998 - 300 pages
...folgenden Strophe den Begriff »Nature« durch seine Bestandteile: This sea that bares her bosom to die moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not....
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Modern Japanese Aesthetics: A Reader

Michele Marra - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 322 pages
...powets: Lirtle we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our heatts away, a sordid boon! The 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 evetything, we are our of tune; It moves us not.—Great...
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A Century of Sonnets: The Romantic-Era Revival 1750-1850

Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - Poetry - 2002 - 304 pages
...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 not — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant...
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Where the Water Lilies Grow

R. D. Lawrence - Fiction - 1999 - 240 pages
...Little 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 not....
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The Rise of Modern Mythology, 1680-1860

Burton Feldman, Estate of Margaret M Feldman Burton Feldman, Robert D. Richardson, Richard D. Richardson - Literary Criticism - 1972 - 564 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! This Sea that...The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not....
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