 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 392 pages
...near a gentle hrook, Sleep, or perufe fome ancient book ; 130 And there in fweet oblivion drown Thofe cares that haunt the court and town *. THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713. [A fe'iu of tbefirj) lines are ivantiag.'] »**'***#****# *#«**«•****** By an old — purfued A crazy... | |
 | 1787 - 446 pages
...in a sea of folly tost, 105 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, 110 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the Court and Town. Quicunque obvius est,... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 336 pages
...near a gentle brook, Sleep, or perufe fome ancient book; 130 And there in fweet oblivion drown Thofe cares that haunt the court and town*. THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713. oftbefirji lines are iuanting.~\ By an old purfued A crazy prelatef, and a royal prudej; By dull oivines,... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 480 pages
...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, 130 Jurantemme scire nihil, mirantur, ut unum Scilicet egregii mortalem altique silenti. Perditur haec... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 190 pages
...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 noon ! and... | |
 | Albin Joseph U. Hennet - 1806 - 472 pages
...balotté sur une mer de folie , 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 an.ancient book; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt thé court and town. * Enfin,... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 472 pages
...balotté sur une mer de folie , My choiçest 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 an ancient book ; And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. * Enfin,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 288 pages
...My choicest hours of life are lost, Yet always wishing to retreat: O, could I see my country-scat! 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 I own. O charming noon ! and... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1808 - 472 pages
...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, nunc somno, et inertibus horis, Ducere solicits jucunda oblivia vitae ? O quando... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1812 - 384 pages
...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...[A. few of the first lines are wanting.] # # * By an 0 ]<j - pursu'd, A crazy prelate,! and a royal prude ;J By dull divines, who look with envious eyes... | |
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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.]... 
