 | Alexander Pope - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...in a sea of folly toss'd, 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, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. O charming noons! and... | |
 | Jonathan Swift, Walter Scott - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...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; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town.* Nunc vcterum libris",... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 620
...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; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town** Nunc veterum libris,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 490
...My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, О 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 ! §238. A traf and faithful... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...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; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town.' Nunc veterum libris,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat 1 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. O charming noons! and... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...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! 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. 0 charming Noons ! and... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 274
...Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of lif^ 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 » TO \ THE EARL OF OXFORD,... | |
 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 290
...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, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. O charming noon! and nights... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...grown The closest mortal ever known. Yet always wishing to retreat: O, 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. O charming noon! and nights... | |
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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 HIMSELF. 1713. [A few of the first lines are wanting.]... 
