 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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...beasts for fight, closed again and vanished without help.' But enough of these bloody scenes — ' My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display:' where enormous wealth is expended, not as it was by the son-inlaw of Sylla, but in applying the arts to the... | |
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