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" O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of... "
Poems - Page 5
by Thomas Gray - 1768 - 119 pages
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A Collection of Poems ...

Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 344 pages
...the ardour of the crowd, JJow low, how indigent the proud, How little are the great ! JII, Stffl III. Still is the toiling hand of care .• The panting herds repofe : • Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infeft youth are on the wing, Eager to tafte the...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 2

Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 410 pages
...How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how indigent the proud, HOW little are the great ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care : • The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infedt youth are on the wing, Eager to tafte the...
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Poems by Mr. Gray

Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 pages
...O'ercanopy'd with lufcious woodbine. I Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream. (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little...thro' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infeft youth are on the wing, Eager to tafte the honied fpring, And float amid the liquid noon* : Some...
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Poems

Thomas Gray - 1770 - 136 pages
...glade", • — a bank . O'er-canopied with lufdous woodbine. Sbaktff. Midf. Niglt'i Dream. Befide ODE. Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall...low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great i Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air...
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Poems by Mr. Gray

Thomas Gray - 1775 - 168 pages
...in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd., How low, how indigent the proud. How little are the great'! :Still is the toiling hand of Care ; "The...panting herds repofe : Yet "hark, how thro' the peopled atr The biify murmur glows ! • "The infect youth are on the wing, Eager to tafte the honied fpring,...
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Poems

Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 pages
...fome water's rulhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! a bank O'er-canbpied with lufcious woodbine. S/ialicfp. Midf, Nifht's JDrtam* Still Still is the...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With Notes

1782 - 370 pages
...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 2

Robert Dodsley - 1782 - 386 pages
...Tlcfiile fame water's rnfhy brink With me the Mafe fhall fit and think (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care: The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled...
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Poems

Thomas Gray - 1786 - 210 pages
...fome water.s rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little...how thro' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! The infccl youth are on the wing, Eager to tafte the honied tyring, And 4$ And float amid the liquid noon...
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The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and ..., Volume 64

English poets - 1790 - 372 pages
...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great t »----» bank O'ei-canopied with lufcious woodbine. SHAKISP. MIDS. NIGHT'S DBIAM. . Still Still is...
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