 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 338 sayfa
...perso;i 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,...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 - 782 sayfa
...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 - 610 sayfa
...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 - 642 sayfa
...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 - 174 sayfa
...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius,...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 - 790 sayfa
...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 - 596 sayfa
...per.-on. 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,...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 - 1830 - 544 sayfa
...lifts his guilty ami against his own sacred person. Let me no longer waste the night over the page t I assure you she has refused several offen to my own knowledge, «here she kept up the pageant, »nd now, like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities.... | |
 | 1834 - 430 sayfa
...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius,...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 ;... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1838 - 544 sayfa
...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. Let me no longer waste the night over the page bundled up in a heap behind, and rustling at every...from whom I expected more discretion. In this exigenc no\v, like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all around... | |
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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... 
