 Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,...  Poetical Works - Page 17by Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 72 pagesFull view - About this book
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...Goldsmith's Traveller (f. The Select Works of Öl. Goldsmith. Leipz. Tauchnitz. p. 169): My soul turns from them: turn we to survey. Where rougher climes a nobler race display &c. ¡Drucf fefoler >16eridf) tienne» v!1; i einem ßinbluft in meine 9tecenfion te* Wiintbct'frfjen... | |
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