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" Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow, We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. "
The Works of the English Poets: Waller - 136. oldal
szerző: Samuel Johnson - 1779
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Poems on Affairs of State from the Time of Oliver Cromwell to the ..., 1. kötet

1703 - 864 oldal
...Limbsj Gold, tho the heavieft Metal, hither fwims. Oors is the Harveft where the Indians mow j \Ve plough the Deep, and reap what others fow ^ Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds •, Stout are our Men, and Warlike are our Steeds f.ome, tho her Eagle through the World...

A New Collection of Poems Relating to State Affairs, from Oliver Cromwel to ...

1705 - 620 oldal
...up Wealth we weary not our Limbs j Gold, tho' the heavieft Metal, hither fwims. Ours is the Harvefl where the Indians mow ; We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow ; Things of the nobleit kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men, and Warlike are our Steeds. Rome, tho' her Eagle...

The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, 1. rész

Miscellany poems - 1716 - 426 oldal
...of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not out Limbs, Gold (tho" theheavieft Metal) hither Iwims: Ours is the Harveft where the Indians mow, We plough...what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men and warlike are our Steeds ; "Xfrnt (tho' her Eagle thro' the World...

The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations ...

John Dryden - 1716 - 424 oldal
...of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs, Gold (tho* theheavieft Metal) hither iwims: Ours is the Harveft where the Indians mow, We plough the Deep, arid reap what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men and warlike...

Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several Persons

Edmund Waller - 1722 - 364 oldal
...fhine, And without Planting drink of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs ; Gold (tho' the heavieft Metal) hither fwims: Ours is the Harveft...what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds t Stout are our Men, and warlike are our Steeds ; Ramt (tho' her Eagle thro' the World...

The Works of Edmund Waller, Esq: In Verse and Prose

Edmund Waller - 1744 - 496 oldal
...not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwimf: Ours is the harveft where the IN D IAN s mow, We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow....foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fleeds : ROME, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown, Could never make this Ifland all her own....

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

Robert Shiells - 1753 - 366 oldal
...' • To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs, Gold (tho* the heavieft Metal) hitherfwims : Our's is the harveft where the Indians mow, We plough the...foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fleeds ; Rome (tho' her eagle thft' the world had flown) Cou'd never make this flland all her own....

A Short Critical Review of the Political Life of Oliver Cromwell: Lord ...

John Bancks - 1760 - 330 oldal
...mine, And without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims. Ours is. the harveft where the Indians mow ; jgh ihe deep, and reap what others few. Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are...

The Works of Edmund Waller, Esq: In Verse and Prose

Edmund Waller - 1768 - 366 oldal
...; And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims : Ours is the harveft...kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlick are our fteeds : ROME, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown, Could never make this ifland...

The Life of Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of England, Scotland and Ireland ...

John Bancks - 1779 - 336 oldal
...fhine, And without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims. Ours is the harveft...mow ; We plough the deep, and reap what others fow. A a Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fteeds...




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