 Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.  The Complete Art of Poetry: In Six Parts, I. Of the Nature, Use, Excellence ... - 201. oldalszerző: Charles Gildon - 1718Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Kate Sanborn - 1869 - 306 oldal
...cuts off what we possessed, Strange courage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give." " Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn... | |
 | Edward Vaughan Kenealy - 1869 - 336 oldal
...we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what still remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give." Several persons now came up to my companion, and taking her... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1898 - 396 oldal
...cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I 'm tired of waiting for this chymic gold Which fools us young... | |
 | JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. A.M. - 1870 - 604 oldal
...cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired of waiting for this chymic gold Which fools us young... | |
 | Edward Wortley Montagu - 1870 - 544 oldal
...possest. • Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what still remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give." , -: Several persons now came up to my companion, and taking... | |
 | John Dryden - 1871 - 368 oldal
...cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain. And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired of waiting for this chymic gold. Which fools us young... | |
 | John Dryden - 1871 - 380 oldal
...cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired of waiting for this chymic gold. Which fools us young... | |
 | Charles Henry Parry - 1872 - 508 oldal
...off wh.it we possess'd. ' Strange cozenage ! None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And from the dregs of life, think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give." I'm tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us... | |
 | Book - 1872 - 326 oldal
...possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again ; Yet all hope pleasure in what still remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the fresh sprightly running could not give. I'm tired of waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young... | |
 | John Dryden - 1874 - 388 oldal
...cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage 1 none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain, And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired of waiting for this chymic gold, Which fools us young... | |
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