 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 страници
...living He, Where all good qualities crow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,4 his remark was shrewdHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet. Vet neither these delights, nor aught beside, Thai appetite can... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 240 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 heside, That appetite can... | |
 | William Cowper - 1825 - 574 страници
...lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. L2 I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewdHow sweet, how passing sweet, is 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... | |
 | John Holland - 1826 - 240 страници
...neighbourhood, without participating, or wishing to participate, that enjoyment with another. With 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." of this delightful park, in company with some amiable and beloved... | |
 | William Cowper - 1826 - 264 страници
...may rave, 735 Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, i praise tho Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! 740 Hut grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Tet neither... | |
 | William Cowper - 1828 - 468 страници
...a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die.^ Ipraise 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... | |
 | 1828 - 394 страници
...we shall for ever sit, Triumphing over drath, and chance, and thee, O Time ! LESSON II. Retirement. I PRAISE the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd —...how passing sweet is solitude ! But grant me still a fri< n<l in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet, Yet neither these delights, nor aught... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 страници
...lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewdHow sweet, how passing sweet, is 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1830 - 374 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 — How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! * Bruyere. But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 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, ' i1 1 1 . . i appetite... | |
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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. 
