 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 стор.
...O'ercanopy'd with lufcious woodbine. I Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream. (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 стор.
...fome water's rulhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! a bank O'er-canbpied with lufcious woodbine. S/ialicfp. Midf, Nifht's JDrtam* Still Still is the... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1782 - 386 стор.
...Tlcfiile fame water's rnfhy brink With me the Mafe fhall fit and think (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care: The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled... | |
 | 1782 - 370 стор.
...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1786 - 210 стор.
...fome water.s rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care; The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 372 стор.
...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great t »----» bank O'ei-canopied with lufcious woodbine. SHAKISP. MIDS. NIGHT'S DBIAM. . Still Still is... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 стор.
...Bcfide fome water's rulliy brink With me the Mufc (hall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in rulty ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care; The panting herds rcpole : Yet hark, how thro' the peopl'd ait... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1798 - 130 стор.
...rufhy brink !_} With me the Muf* fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How •wain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great. 4C -a bank CXer-canopy'd with lufcious woodbine, Staie/f. MM. ' C3 Still is the toiling hand of Care,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 стор.
...whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the Oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 стор.
...untaught harmony of Spring: While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic... | |
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Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease... 
