 | 1854 - 622 oldal
...and engaged in the pursuit of intellectual and spiritual pleasure, we — " Sit and think How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great." Let me never be deprived of solitude and books. At the early hour of morning let me seek retirement,... | |
 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1854 - 400 oldal
...near him, and hastened back to the house. CHAPTER XVII. With me the Muse shall sit and think How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great. GBAY. BEFORE the end of another fortnight they were settled in a house in Belgravia. Kate had found... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1854 - 632 oldal
...water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great.' ' Both vale and hill are covered with most venerable beeches and other very reverend vegetables, that,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 oldal
...water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great! The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how through the peopled air Still is the toiling hand of Care;... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 oldal
...brink With me the Muee shall §it, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardor of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great. Both vale and hill are covered with most venerable beeches and other very reverend vegetables that,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 272 oldal
...water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great ! 3 Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark ! how through the peopled... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 oldal
...water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great ! 3 Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark ! how through the peopled... | |
 | Publius Vergilius Maro - 1855 - 474 oldal
...unnoble herb ; And tingling sounds awake, and rattle round The cymbals of the Dame : they of themselves " Yet hark, how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows ! The insect-youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon : Some... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 oldal
...brink With me the muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state), How vain the ardor k,x 1` 1 H 1 honeyed spring, And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 oldal
...water's rushy hrink, With me the muse shall sit and think, (At ease reclined in rustic state), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are...repose, Yet, hark ! how, through the peopled air, The husy murmur glows ! The insect youth are on the wing,1 Eager to taste the honied spring, And float... | |
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O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of... 
