| Jonathan Swift - 1801 - 484 pągines
...its stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow, Still scatt'ring desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1801 - 490 pągines
...in its stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion s Still scatt'ring desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for p From... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1801 - 476 pągines
...its stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow,, Still scatt'ring desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1808 - 472 pągines
...spirit! S. March oe'r the ruin'd plain with motion slow, Still scatt'ring desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride;... | |
| Jonathan Swift, Walter Scott - 1814 - 524 pągines
...stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow, Still sqatt'ring desolation where they go. ' To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1814 - 534 pągines
...its stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow, Still scatt'ring desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd; To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride... | |
| Walter Scott - 1827 - 550 pągines
...creeping far hehind, Can scarce th' impression of his footsteps find. To thee I owe that fatal hent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclined...oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, hy fools mistook for pride ; From thee whatever virtue takes its rise, Grows a misfortune, or hecomes... | |
| Walter Scott - 1829 - 388 pągines
...light, That we the wretched, creeping far behind, Can scarce th' impression of his footsteps find. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy...: — ' Stoop not to interest, flattery, or deceit ; Not with hired thoughts be thy devotion paid ; Learn to disdain their mercenary aid ; Be this thy... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1833 - 386 pągines
...its stead ; March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow, Still scattering desolation where they go. To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy...oft I vainly strive to hide, That scorn of fools, hy fools mistook for pride ; From thee whatever virtue takes its rise, Grows a misfortune, or becomes... | |
| Irishman - 1842 - 254 pągines
...obstacles which poverty must for a time at least throw in his way. Addressing his muse, he tells her — " To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind, Still to unhappy restless thought inclined To thee, what oft I vainly strove to hide The scorn of fools; by fools mistook for... | |
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