 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1830 - 544 oldal
...I stand, see the rural virtues leave the land, )own where yon anchoring vessels spreads the «ail, em pleasure, but because they have known it long. Chinvang the Chaste, ascendin 'ass from the shore, and darken all the strain!. 'ontented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 oldal
...here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. ' Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | David Booth - 1831 - 408 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural Virtues leave the land. Down, where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented Toil, and hospitable Care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 472 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 360 oldal
...here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | John Minter Morgan - 1839 - 228 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural Virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move — a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand." I will send you an account of any plans we may hear... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 242 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1840 - 504 oldal
...stai«'> I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 398 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 548 oldal
...I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land, Down where yon anchoring vessels spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strainl. ontented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial... | |
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Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all... 
