 | 1834 - 340 страници
...proves a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. 1 praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd — How...! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Camper. SOLITUDE. Worst kind of. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 512 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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 446 страници
...throats; — Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more. Task, book iv. We add a few short passages : How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet. Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stolen away... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 448 страници
...throats ;— Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more. We add a few short passages : Task, book iv. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ' But grant me still a friend in my retreat Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stolen away the... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 362 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 - 1836 - 454 страници
...sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman 5, his remark was shrewd, — How sweet, how passing...! 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 ask,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 394 страници
...sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman 5, his remark was shrewd, — How sweet, how passing...! 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 ask,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 518 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 - 1837 - 534 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... | |
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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. 
