 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
 | Marshall Brown - Literary Criticism - 1991 - 516 pages
...the traveler ends his description of Italy with the impoverished modern peasantry, again thinking: There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed, And, wond'ring man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. (lines 161-64)... | |
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