 | George Crabb - 1904 - 870 страница
...hunting, shooting, and the like, are spurt*. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an boor: We cry for mercy to the next amusement. The next amusement mortgages our fields, YOCSG The stage might be made a perpetual source of the most noble and useful tntertainmittts. were... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 616 страница
...thus more dreadful made: O, what a riddle of absurdity! Leisure is pain; takes off our chariot wheels: How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure...earth around To fly that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groaned The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. We cry for mercy to the next amusement: 130 The... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 654 страница
...a riddle of absurdity! Leisure is pain; takes off our chariot wheels: How heavily we drag the Joad of life ! Blest leisure is our curse: like that of...earth around To fly that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groaned The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. We cry for mercy to the next amusement: 130 The... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 страница
...L. 232. 12 leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels, How heavily we drag the load of life! Hlest tuis. The dove, О hawk, that has once been wounded...talons, is frightened by the least movement of a w YOUNQ— Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 125. 13 LEMON My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 412 страница
...more dreadful made : 0, what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes otf our chariot wheels : How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure...earth around To fly that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groaned The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. We cry for mercy to the next amusement : The next... | |
 | Solomon Goldman - 1948 - 938 страница
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 | David P. French - 1967 - 672 страница
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 | Harold Forster - 1986 - 458 страница
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How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. 
