 | 1791 - 302 trang
...thee, fair Juftice, welcome all ! Thus tho' my noon of life be paft, Yet let my fetting fun, at lair, Find out the ftill, the rural cell, Where fage retirement...Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy- tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour, and my confcience clear ; Thus may I calmly... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - 390 trang
...difpute, the dull debate, The drowfy bench, the babling Hall, For thee, fair Juftice, welcome all! Find out the ftill, the rural cell, Where fage Retirement loves to dwell! There let me tafle the homefelt.bills Of innocence, and inward peace; Untainted by the guilty bribe; nc Thus though... | |
 | 1788 - 772 trang
...welcome all ! Thus though my noon of lite foe paft, Yet let my felting fun, at laft, Kind out the flil1, the rural cell, Where fage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taAe the home-felt bills Of innocence, and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uiicurs'il... | |
 | 1808 - 532 trang
...welcome all. Tliiia let my noon of Irfeije pad.; Yet let my fetting fun, at lad, Find out the Ili'.l, the rural cell, Where fage retirement loves to dwell....inward peace , Untainted by the guilty bribe, Uncurs'd amfd the harpy tribe-rNo orphans cry to wound my ear, My honour and my coofcience clear. Thus may I... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage Retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of innocence, and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe; Ho orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour, and my conscience clear: Thus may I calmly... | |
 | Thomas Mortimer - 1810 - 532 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell! There let me taste the homefelt bliss, Of innocence, and inward peace; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphans cry to wound my ear ; My honour, and my conscience clear; Thus may I calmly... | |
 | 1814 - 678 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage Retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of innocence, and inward peace -, Untainted by the...No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My honour and my conscience clear : Thus may I calmly meet my end, •. Thus to the grave in peace descend. LINES, Copied... | |
 | John Evans - 1831 - 322 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage Retirement loves to dwell. There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of INNOCENCE and inward Peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe, Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe, No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My HONOUR and my CONSCIENCE clear ; Thus may I calmly... | |
 | John Evans - 1834 - 306 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage Retirement loves to dwell. There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of INNOCENCE and inward Peace; Untainted by the guilty bribe, Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe, No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My HONOUR and my CONSCIENCE clear; Thus may I calmly... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 trang
...still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of innocence, and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus^may]! calmly... | |
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No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my confcience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace defcend. By Mifs COOPER (now Mrs. MAD AN) in her Brother's Coke upon Littleton. Thou, who labour'ft in this rugged mine, May'ft... 
