 | Edmund Burke - 1800 - 648 Seiten
...deep in thy clouds, care-left of the voice of the morning.— —Exult then, O fun, in the drength of thy youth. Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when it (bines through broken clouds, and the mid is on the hilts ; the blad of the north is on the plain,... | |
 | 1762 - 618 Seiten
...an end. Thou (halt fleep ¿i thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth. Age is dark and unlovely...is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when it ihines through broken clouds, and the mill is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain,... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1762 - 666 Seiten
...of the weft. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, and thy years will have an end, Thou ihalt fleep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. - Exult then, O fun, in the ftrength of thy youth. Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the... | |
 | 1773 - 432 Seiten
...of the weft. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, thy years will have an end. Thou malt deep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely > it is like the glimmering mering light... | |
 | 1783 - 274 Seiten
...the weft. But thou art perhaps , like me , for a feafon , and thy years will have an end. Thou shalt fleep in thy clouds , carelefs of the voice of the morning. — Exult then , O fun , in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age addrefs ro the Sun , in the fourth book of Fara* difc Loft.... | |
 | 1784 - 432 Seiten
...gates of the weft. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, thy years will have an end. Thou fhalt fleep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun! in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering mering light... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 Seiten
...gates of the weft. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, thy years will have an end. Thou fhalt fleep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun ! in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of... | |
 | 1791 - 822 Seiten
...malt fleep in thy clouds, carelcfs of the voice of the moming. Exult then, О Sun, in the ftrcngth of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it mines through broken clouds ; the blaft of the north is on the plain, and the traveller (hrinks in... | |
 | 1779 - 756 Seiten
...of the Weft. But them art, perhaps, like me, forafeafon, and thy years will have an end. Thou fhalt fleep in thy clouds carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, О Sun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of... | |
 | Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig - 1797 - 430 Seiten
...weft. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for a feafon ; and thy yeare will have an end : thou ihalt deep in thy clouds, care•lefs of the voice of the morning. — Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of... | |
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Exult then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth! Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in... 
