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" Where the evening gilds the tide, How close and small the hedges lie! What streaks of meadows cross the eye! A step, methinks, may pass the stream, So little distant dangers seem; So we mistake the future's face, Ey'd through hope's deluding glass; As... "
Letters, 1784-1789 - Страница 220
по John Wilkes - 1805
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The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 83, Част 2; Том 114

1813
...distant dangers seem ; So we mistake the future's face, £y'd thro' Hope's delusive glass ; As yonder summits, soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which, to tiiose who joumey near, Barren, brown, and rough, appear: Still we tread the game coarse way, The pra»ent...




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