| William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 страници
...sleep. There, my retreat the best eompanions graee, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of plaee. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : Vnd he, whose lightning piere'd th' Iberian lines, я forms my quineunx, and now ranks my... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1826 - 396 страници
...can keep, i ¡oils o er my grotto, and hut soothes my aleep. There, my retreat the hest companious nder howl The feast of reasou and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightuing pierced the Iherian lines,... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1828 - 264 страници
...commend. Know, all the distant din that world can keep, Rolls o'er my grotto, and but soothes my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs...reason, and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierced the Iberian Hues, Now forms my quincunx; and-now ranks my vines ; Or tames the genius of the... | |
| Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 824 страници
...renew. Arbuthuot. At all I laugh, he laughs no doubt ; The only difference is, I dare laugh out. Pope. My retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. Id, According to Hobbes's comparison of reasoning with casting up accounts, whoever finds a mistake... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1830 - 500 страници
...commend. Know, all the distant din that world can keep, Rolls o'er my grotto, and but soothes my sleep. pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vino* ; Or tames the genius of the... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1835 - 378 страници
...keep, Rolls o'er my grotto, and but soothes my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, 125 Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place ; There...reason and the flow of soul ; And he, whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines ; 130 Or tames the genius... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1836 - 320 страници
...din that world can keep, Rulls o'er my grotto, and hut soothea my sleep. There, my retreat the hest companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen...of place. There St. John mingles with my friendly howl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierced the Iherisn lines,... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1836 - 502 страници
...din that world can keep, Rolls o'er my grotto, and hut soothes my sleep. There, my retreat the hest un, As with the light the warriors' toils hegun. E'en Jove, whose howl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierced the Iherian linn, Now... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1839 - 510 страници
...commend. Know, all the distant" din that world can keep, Rolls o'er my grotto, and but soothes my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs...reason and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines ', Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, Or tames the genius of... | |
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