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" I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. "
A Narrative of the Sufferings and Adventures of C.H.B.: In a Recent Voyage ... - Страница 185
по Charles H. Barnard - 1836 - 258 страници
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Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., Том 9

John Aikin - 1821 - 314 страници
...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd —...solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822 - 310 страници
...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman', his remark was shrewd—...solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, "Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can...

The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 36

Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 562 страници
...a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. Upraise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet,...! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

1822 - 308 страници
...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living He, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman', his remark was shrewd— How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! i Brujire. But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither...

The Brighton magazine, Том 2

1822 - 468 страници
...Amicitia, , cap. vi. I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd — • How sweet, how charming sweet, is solitude!' But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — ' Solitude is sweet.' — COWPER. bosom! As the Latin poet to his favourite fountain,...

On the Beauties, Harmonies, and Sublimities of Nature: With ..., Том 3

Charles Bucke - 1823 - 408 страници
...Caspar Poussin, in the collection of his Majesty: illustrated by Balzac 1 ; and alluded to by Cowper. I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd, " How...But grant me still a friend in my retreat, ^ Whom I may whisper, " solitude is sweet." An affectionate friend does, indeed, illumine with a serene lustre,...

On the Beauties, Harmonies, and Sublimities of Nature: With ..., Том 3

Charles Bucke - 1823 - 468 страници
...Caspar Poussin, in the collection of his Majesty : illustrated hy Balzac1; and alluded to by Cowper. I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd, " How...sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude !" But grant ine still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, " solitude is sweet." An affectionate friend...

Poems

William Cowper - 1824 - 446 страници
...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd —...! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can...

Poems of William Cowper, Esq

William Cowper - 1824 - 470 страници
...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die.' I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd —...! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can...

The Evangelical rambler [by T. East]., Том 1

1824 - 444 страници
...ilontton: PRINTED FOR FRANCIS WESTLEY, 10, STATIONERS'COURT, AND AVE-MAR1A-LANE. 1824. A SABBATH AT HOME. " How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, When I may whisper,—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite...




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