 | Anne Marsh-Caldwell - 1836 - 298 стор.
...mirthful voice at length was still. Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain ; These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me, more dear, congenial to" my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns her firstborn... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 472 стор.
...the cup to pass it to the rest. Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, . To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art: , Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born... | |
 | 1838 - 808 стор.
...scenes his mind was in unison. ' Yea ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys where nature nas its piny, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born... | |
 | Ralph Knight - 1959 - 246 стор.
...tripping dodging perhaps sad HALLOWEEN1 Yes/ let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train: To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake... | |
 | Joseph McMinn - 1992 - 388 стор.
...on the simple and natural, far from departing from the classical perspective is a reassertion of it: To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, (1. 253-5) Virgil's rural husbandmen feel... | |
 | G. S. Rousseau - 1995 - 420 стор.
...introduces the following reflections: Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ... The sentiment here is better than the expression. The Poet is probably right in his... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 стор.
...go round; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be pressed, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born... | |
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Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art... 
