 | Thomas Gray - 1770 - 136 페이지
...brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic flate) How. vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great i Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 페이지
...brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! a bank O'er-canbpied with lufcious woodbine. S/ialicfp. Midf, Nifht's JDrtam* Still Still is the... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1782 - 386 페이지
...rnfhy brink With me the Mafe fhall fit and think (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care: The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled... | |
 | 1782 - 370 페이지
...rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 372 페이지
...brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great t »----» bank O'ei-canopied with lufcious woodbine. SHAKISP. MIDS. NIGHT'S DBIAM. . Still Still is... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1798 - 130 페이지
...!_} With me the Muf* fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How •wain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great. 4C -a bank CXer-canopy'd with lufcious woodbine, Staie/f. MM. ' C3 Still is the toiling hand of Care,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 페이지
...whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the Oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 페이지
...brink With me the МиГе ftall Ct, and think (At eafereclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How...! Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herd's repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infca youth are on... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 페이지
...untaught harmony of Spring: While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1800 - 482 페이지
...sub ramis arboris altz of the poet, bring strongly to recollection two exquisite morsels in Gray : Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink, With me the Muse shall sit, and think ' At... | |
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Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease... 
