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" And sleep, as undisturb'd as death, the night. My house a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabin field. "
The British Poets: Including Translations ... - 200. oldal
szerző: British poets - 1822
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The Works of Mr. Abraham Cowley ...: Consisting of Those which ..., 3. kötet

Abraham Cowley - 1708 - 558 oldal
...Pleafure yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine Field. Thus would I double my Life's fading Space, For he that runs it well, twice runs his Race. And in this true Delight, • Theie unbought Sports, and happy State, I would not fear, nor wiih my Fate, But boldly fay each...

The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland, to the Time ..., 2. kötet

Robert Shiells - 1753 - 366 oldal
...yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field. XI. Thus would I double my life's fading fpace, • For he that runs it well, twice runs his race ; And in this true delight, Thefe unbought fports, that happy ftate, J could not fear ; nor wifh my fate ; But boldly fay, each...

Select Works of Mr. A. Cowley

Abraham Cowley - 1772 - 228 oldal
...pleafures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabin field. Thus would I double my life's fading fpace ; For he, that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in this true delight, Thefe unbought fports, this happy ftate, I would not fear, nor wifh, my fate, But boldly fay each night,...

Select Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Two Volumes, 2. kötet

Abraham Cowley - 1772 - 298 oldal
...pleafures yield, florace might envy in His Sabin field. Thus would I double my life's fading fpace; For he, that runs it well, twice runs his race. . : And in this true delight, : ?-. . Thefc unbought fports, this happy ftate, I would not fear, nor wifh, my fate ; , But boldly...

The Works of the English Poets: Cowley

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 378 oldal
...pleafures yielct '. Horace might envy in his Sabine field. Thus would I double my life's fading fpace ; For he that runs it well, twice runs his race. . And in this true delight, Thefe unbought fports, and happy ftale, , I would not fear, nor wifh, my fate;.. * But boldly fay,...

The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and ..., 7. kötet

English poets - 1790 - 296 oldal
...pleasures yield Horace might envy in his Sabine field. Thus would I double my life's fading fpace; For he that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in this true delight, Thefe unbought fports, and happy ftate, I would not fear, nor wifh, my fate ; But boldly fay, each...

Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret ...

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 842 oldal
...pleafurcs yield Horace might envy in hisSabine field. , Thus would I double my life's fadirg fpaee; For he that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in this true delight, Thefe unbought fporfs, and happy ftate, 1 would not fear, nor wifh, my fate ; But boldly fay, each...

The Works of Abraham Cowley, 3. kötet

Abraham Cowley - 1806 - 290 oldal
...pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabin field. Thus would I double my life's fading space ; For he, that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in...his beams display, Or in clouds hide them ; I have liv'd to-day. You may see by it, I was even then acquainted with the poets (for the conclusion is taken...

Specimens of English Prose Writers: From the Earliest Times to the Close of ...

George Burnett - 1807 - 548 oldal
...pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field. 11. Thus would I double my life's fading space, For he that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in this true delight, These unbought sports, that happy state, I would not fear nor wish my fate, But boldly say each night, To-morrow let my sun...

Specimens of English prose-writers, from the earliest times to the ..., 3. kötet

George Burnett - 1807 - 556 oldal
...yield, JJorace might envy iq his Sabine field. 11. ftus would I double my life's fading space, For he that runs it well, twice runs his race. And in this true delight, These unbought sports, that happy state, I would not fear nor wish my fate, But boldly say each night, To-morrow let my sun...




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