 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 sayfa
...'em, Have I not reason to detest 'em 7 To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts ; but never lo uxury. The ascending pile Stood fix'd her stately...and straight the doors, Opening their brazen fulds, lime is not remote when I Must by the course of nature die ; When, I foresee, my special friends Will... | |
 | 1851 - 604 sayfa
...private ends, While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please ns. * * * * * To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts, but...endure the first, But this with envy makes me burst." The Maxim has been indeed generally taken, as it was probably intended, in its most ill-natured sense... | |
 | François duc de La Rochefoucauld - 1851 - 262 sayfa
...circumstance to please us. " If this perhaps your patience move Let reason and experience prove. * * * * To all my foes dear Fortune send * Thy gifts, but...endure the first, But this with envy makes me burst." SWIFT, Verses on his own Death. 246. We easily console ourselves for the disgrace of our friends when... | |
 | Frederick Walpole - 1851 - 406 sayfa
...toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de'plait pas." — This is a fault of all mankind. As Swift says — " To all my foes, dear fortune, send Thy gifts ; but...endure the first ; But this with envy makes me burst." The doctor, an Italian, came and offered me every kindness, in spite of which I existed the rest of... | |
 | Anthony Rich - 1851 - 44 sayfa
...of profound and recondite learning — a " Penny Magazine," and a sixpenny " Guide of Venice." " So much may serve by way of proem, Proceed we therefore to our poem." The sides and back of the chair, which has a tasteful and architectural appearance, are decorated with... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 sayfa
...have mortified my pride, And made me throw my pen aside ; If with such talents Heaven hath hless'd them, Have I not reason to detest them ? To all my...can endure the first ; But this with envy makes me hurst. Thus much may serve hy way of proem ; Proceed we therefore to our poem. The time is not remote... | |
 | Jonathan Swift, John Mitford - 1853 - 378 sayfa
...throw my pen aside ; If with such talents Heaven has bless'd 'em, Have I not reason to detest 'em ? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts ; but...way of proem : Proceed we therefore to our poem. The tune is not remote, when I Must by the course of nature die ; When, I foresee, my special friends Will... | |
 | George Wood - 1855 - 412 sayfa
...something which does not displease us." — La Rochefoucauld's Maxims, p. 356. Or, as Dean Swift says : " To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts, but...endure the first, But this with envy makes me burst.' ' . Versos on his Own Death, " When I speak of such matters, I assure you, Miss Gulphin, I never address... | |
 | George Wood - 1855 - 408 sayfa
...something which does not displease us." — La Rochefoucauld's Maxims, p. 356. Or, as Dean Swift says : " To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts, but...endure the first, But this with envy makes me burst." Verses on his Own Death. " When I speak of such matters, I assure you, Miss Gulphin, I never address... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 sayfa
...throw my pen aside, If with such talents heaven hath bless'd 'em, Have I not reason to detest'am .' To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts ; but never to ny friend : I tamely can endure the nrst ; But this with envy make} me burst. Thus much may serve by... | |
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em? To all my Foes, dear Fortune, send Thy Gifts, but never to my Friend: I tamely can endure the first, But, this with Envy makes me burst. 
