 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - Страниц: 338
...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of cotempoi ary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing,...walked before me : where she kept up the pageant, and nonr like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all around !... | |
 | 1786 - Страниц: 782
...hours pad, walked before me; where (he kept up the pageant; and now, like a froward child, leans huihed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all around ! The dying lamp feebly emits a yellew gleam ; no found is heard but of the chiming clock, or the diftant watchdog. All the buftle... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1797 - Страниц: 610
...paft, walked brfore me; •where fhekept up the pageant, and aow, like a ftaward child, feems hufhed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all...around! the dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam; no found is heard, but of the chiming clock, or the' diftant watchdog; all the buftle of human pride is... | |
 | Mr. Addison - 1797 - Страниц: 642
...paft, walked before me; where fhe kept up the pageant, and now, like a froward child, leems hufhed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all...around! the dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam; no found is heard, but of the chiming clock, or the diflant watchdog; all the buftle of human pride is... | |
 | 1804 - Страниц: 174
...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing, but a few hours past, walked before me, where sh kept up the pageant, and now, like a froward chile seems hushed with her own importunities. What... | |
 | 1770 - Страниц: 790
...vrhcre va.uty, Changing, but . f^""^ before me, where me kept up e ; Sd now, U*ca fcoward ^ Seems hufhed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all...— The dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam, no found It heard but of the chiming clock, or the diftant watchdog. All the bidlle of human pride is... | |
 | 1818 - Страниц: 596
...Let me no longer waste the night over tlic page of antiquity, or the s:illies of cotemporanjr genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing,...importunities. What a gloom hangs all around! The dyinjr lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam; nosonnrl is heard, but of the chiming clock, or the distant... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - Страниц: 514
...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius ; but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing,...is heard but of the chiming clock, or the distant watch dog. All the bustle of human pride is forgotten : an hour like this may well display the emptiness... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1830 - Страниц: 544
...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius, n knowledge, «here she kept up the pageant, »nd now, like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities.... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 430
...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing,...dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam ; no sound is heaid of the chiming clock, or the distant watch-dog. All the bustle of human pride is forgotten ;... | |
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Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius ; but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing, but a few hours past walked before me, where she kept up the pageant, and now, like a froward... 
