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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! "
The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns]. - الصفحة 156
بواسطة Book - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 186
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Poems, in Two Volumes,

William Wordsworth - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 358
...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...

Poems, المجلد 2

William Wordsworth - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...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...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...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...

The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, المجلد 3

William Wordsworth - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 362
...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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, المجلد 2

William Wordsworth - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...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...

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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...

The Sonnets of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1899 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...with Us Littie we see ;n 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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...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...

The Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, المجلد 10;المجلد 21

1839 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...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." ll. Sonnet*,...

The Indicator, and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and ..., المجلد 1

Leigh Hunt - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 342
...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 upgathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not....




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