 The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to...  Standard Fifth Reader - Стр. 187авторы: Epes Sargent - 1867Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...specifying in any coherent fashion the referent of their theoretical labors. Prologue Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned...cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenour of their way. ("Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard," Thomas Gray 1750) The first lines of... | |
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 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - Страниц: 226
...crimes confined; Forhade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To...and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet ev'n these... | |
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...crimes confin'd; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To...and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool... | |
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