 | David Lewis - 1726 - 350 strani
...the Air, Which, to thofe who journey near, Barren, and brown, and rough appear 5 Still we tread tir'd the fame coarfe Way. The Prefent's ftill a cloudy Day. O may I with my felf agree, And never covet what I fee: Content me with an humble Shade, My Paflions tam'd, my Wifhes... | |
 | David Lewis - 1726 - 346 strani
...the Air, Which, to thofe who journey near, Barren, and brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread tir'd the fame coarfe Way. The Prefent's ftill a cloudy Day. O may I with my felf agree, And never covet what I fee : Content me with an humble Shade, My Paffions tam'd, my... | |
 | 1735 - 682 strani
...face, Ey'd through Hope's deluding glafs. As yon fummits loft »nd fair, Clad in colours of the air, - Which, to thofe who journey near, Barren, brown, and...fame coarfe way, The prefent's ftill a cloudy day. The defcription of the beautiful form which removed cultivation takes, difCovers the painter, and the... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1755 - 356 strani
...yon fummits foft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren, and brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the fame...humble made, My paffions tam'd, my wifhes laid ; For For while our wifhes wildly roll, We banifh quiet from the foul : "Tis thus the bufy beat the air ;... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1756 - 348 strani
...yon fummits foft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, " Barren and brown and rough appear, Still we tread the fame coarfe way, . The prefent's ftill a cloudy day. THE unexpected infertion of fuch reflections, imparts to us the fame pleafure that we feel, when in... | |
 | 1758 - 352 strani
...face, Ey'd thro' hope's deluding glafs ; As yon fummits foft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren, brown, and...agree, And never covet what I fee : Content me with ^n humble (hade, My paffions tam'd, my wifhes laid ; 5 For while our wifhes wildly roll, We banifti... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 384 strani
...Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren, and brown, and rough appear j Still we tread the fame coarfe way, The prefent's ftill a cloudy day. O mtiy I with myfelf agree, And never covet what I fee : Content me with an humble fhade, My paffions... | |
 | John Dyer - 1761 - 196 strani
...fair Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear j Still we tread the fame coarfe way, The prefent's...never covet what I fee : Content me with an humble fliade, My paflions tam'd, my wifhes laid ; For while our wiffaes wildly roll, We banifli quiet from... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1762 - 362 strani
...yon fummits foft and fair, .Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren and brown and rough appear, Still we tread the fame coarfe way, The prefent's ftill a cloudy day. * In this light alfo his poem on the Rains of Rome deferves a perufal. Dodfley's Mifccll. vol. i. pag.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 392 strani
...face, Ey'd through hope's deluding glafs ; As yon fummits foft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which to thofe who journey near, Barren, brown, and...Content me with an humble made, My paffions tam'd, my wimes laid ; For while our wimes wildly roll, We banilh quiet from the foul : 'Tis thus the bufy beat... | |
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As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day. 
