 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1850 - 644 страници
...sepulehre in whieh the living lie, Where all good qualities grow siek and die. I praise the Frenehman, his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet,...! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Cowper's Retirement. But me perhaps The glowing hearth may satisfy... | |
 | 1850 - 832 страници
...tell us the poem to which his father alluded; but by the date, 1797, we presume he means the " Lines I praise the Frenchman — his remark was shrewd,...how passing sweet, is solitude ; But grant me still n friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet. on the Yardle^r Oak," first printed... | |
 | William Cowper - 1851 - 624 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 - 1851 - 790 страници
...your throats ; Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more. 7W book IT. We add a few short passages : How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ' But grant me still a friend in my retrval Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has... | |
 | William Cowper - 1851 - 624 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, Wbom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 страници
...in which the living lie, 735 Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman l ; his remark was shrewd— How sweet, how passing sweet...solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—"solitude is sweet,'' 740 Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite... | |
 | William Cowper - 1854 - 476 страници
...sepulchre in which the living lie. Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman6, his remark was shrewd,— How sweet, how passing 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 ask,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1853 - 796 страници
...however some may rave, 735 Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! 740 But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Wiom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither... | |
 | 1854 - 652 страници
...who conceived them, attempted to compress the idea into verse, and marred it in the process :— ' I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd, How...solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—Solitude is sweet.' The deceit practised upon Jacob by Laban in imposing Leah upon... | |
 | William Cowper, Robert Southey - 1854 - 476 страници
...sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman6, 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,... | |
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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. 
