 | 1787 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...me grown The closest mortal ever known. Thus in a sea of folly tost, 105 My choicest hours of life are lost, Yet always wishing to retreat: Oh, could...gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, no And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the Court and Town. Quicunque obvius est,... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...simulque Uncta satis pingui ponentur oluscuia lardo? O nectes, coenaeque Dcum ! quibus ipse, meiqne And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the Court and Towrx O charming noon! and nights divine! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks... | |
 | 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 500
...me grown The closest mortal ever known. Thus in a sea of folly tost, 125 My choicest hours of life are lost, Yet always wishing to retreat : Oh, could I see my country-seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, 1 30 Jurantem... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 456
...in a sea of folly tost, 125 My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, O, could I see my country seat! • . There leaning near...a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book ; 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town *. THE AUTHOR UPON... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...Thus in a sea of folly tost, My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, O, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a...oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town *. Jurantem me scire nihil, mil atur, ut unum Scilicet egregii mortalem altique sik.mi. Perditur h;tv... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 190
...me grown The closest mortal ever known. Thus in a sea of folly tost, J2s My choicest hours of life are lost, Yet always wishing to retreat : Oh, could I see my country-seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, 130 And there... | |
 | Albin Joseph U. Hennet - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...mortel le plus serré qui fût jamais. Ainsi , balotté sur une mer de folie , My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat ; Oh , could...There , leaning near a gentle brook Sleep or peruse au ancien t. book; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that ha mit the court and town. *... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...to retreat ; Oh, could I see my country seat ! There, leaning near a gentle brook Sleep or peruse an ancient book ; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. * Enfin, dans une troisième épltre, il prédit sa retraite : By faction tir'd, with grief he waits... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...following lines, v. 125, Perditur lIECC inter, &c. Thus in a sea of folly tost, My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! And again at line 189; in the fable of the Mice ; Tell how the moon-beam trembling falls, And tips... | |
 | 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...think me growa The closest mortal ever known. Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! 1 here leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion... | |
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My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. 
