 And while that world turns round, entire and whole, He keeps the facred tenor of his foul ; In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts of envy glance...  Works: In English Verse - Сторінка 227автори: Horace - 1767Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Christopher Smart - 1751 - 448 стор.
...foul; In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame: Colle&ed in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts...Atlas, while the tempefts blow, {smiles at the idle ftorms that roar below. One fuch you know, a layman to your fliamc, And yet the honour of your blood... | |
 | Francis Fawkes - 1763 - 276 стор.
...In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts...Atlas, while the tempefts blow, Smiles at the idle ftorms that roar below. One fuch you know, a layman, to your fhame, And yet the honour of your blood... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1764 - 228 стор.
...In every Turn of Fortune ftill the fame, As Gold unchang'd, or brighter from the Flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike Pride, He fees the Darts...blow, Smiles at the idle Storms that roar below. One One fuch you know, a Layman to your Shame, And yet the Honour of your Blood and Name. If you can fuch... | |
 | Oxford sausage - 1766 - 196 стор.
...In every Turn of Fortune ftill the fame, As Gold unchang'd, or brighter from the Flame : Collcfted in himfelf, with godlike Pride, He fees the Darts of Envy glance afide ; And fixed like Atlas, while the Tempefts blow, Sinilejat the idleStormi that roar below. One One fuch you... | |
 | Moses Mendez - 1770 - 334 стор.
...In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts...Atlas, while the tempefts blow, Smiles at the idle ftorms that roar below. One fuch you know, a layman, to your fhame, And yet the honour of your blood... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 364 стор.
...In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts...envy glance afide ; And, fix'd like Atlas, while the tempeft blow, Smiks at the idle ilorms that roar below. One fuch you know, a layman, to your fhame,... | |
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