 | François Leydet - 1988 - 230 páginas
...ahead, I am afraid, of ours: Has God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spreads the flowery lawn. Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates... | |
 | Timothy Morton - 2000 - 304 páginas
...on, and where it ends unknown. "Has god, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn. Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates... | |
 | David Mazel - 2001 - 388 páginas
...particular needs or desires: Has God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good. Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spreads the flowery lawn. Is it for thec the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates... | |
 | Hilaire Dubourcq - 2004 - 208 páginas
...POOR RICHARD'S ALMANACK, 1745 Has God, thou Fool! work'd solely for thy Good, Thy Joy, thy Pastime, thy Attire, thy Food? Who for thy Table feeds the wanton Fawn, For him as kindly spread theflow'ry Lawn. Is it for thee the Lark descends and sings? Joy tunes his Voice, Joy elevates... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin - 2004 - 320 páginas
...as those that have wit. AUGUST Has God, thou Fool! work'd solely for thy Good, Thy Joy, thy Pastime, thy Attire, thy Food? Who for thy Table feeds the wanton Fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry Lawn. Is it for thee the Lark descends and sings? Joy tunes his Voice, Joy elevates... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 2004 - 440 páginas
...the world*!" 35. Has God, thou fool ! work'd folcly for thy good, Thy joy, thy paftime, thy attiie, thy food ? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly fpread the flowery lawn : Is it for thee the lark afcends and fings ? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates... | |
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Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note. 
