 | 1787 - 446 pages
...could I see my country seat! There, leaning near a 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, me consulit. . Jurantem me scire nihil, mirancur, ut unum 101 Scilicet egregii... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 480 pages
...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... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1801 - 456 pages
...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.] • **«****-««« ##****#*##*... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1803 - 352 pages
...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 - 190 pages
...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. O charming noon ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folksjbelow,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 pages
...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...oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and towa. 0 charming noons ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 472 pages
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 288 pages
...could I see my country-scat ! 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. O charming noon ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I 'dine, My friends above, my folks helow,... | |
 | John Bell - 1807 - 562 pages
...I see my country-seat I 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 *. + Dr. Swi't ihus Mr. . O charming noons ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1808 - 472 pages
...Thus in a sea of folly tost, My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat, 0, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a...drown. Those cares that haunt the court and town.* Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno, et inertibus horis, Ducere solicitae jucunda oblivia vitae ? O quando... | |
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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. 
