 My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Página 4921865Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith - 1864 - 540 páginas
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1864 - 436 páginas
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1864 - 182 páginas
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal... | |
 | 1865 - 794 páginas
...the dull dreary lives — existences of semi-conscious misery — led by people innumerable of i he better classes of Britain, would, if described to...perfectly unendurable. " Where the bleak Swiss their atonny mansion tread. And force a ckurllib toll for scanty bread," we are not to expect a manifestation... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Henry William Dulcken - 1865 - 410 páginas
...— p. 180. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal... | |
 | 1865 - 342 páginas
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal... | |
 | Joseph Fisher (F.R.H.S.) - 1866 - 326 páginas
...exclaims : — My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms... | |
 | Joseph Fisher (of Youghal, the younger.) - 1866 - 356 páginas
...exclaims : — My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 páginas
...the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. THE SWISS PEASANT. Shelley. HERE the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But, winter, lingering, chills the lap of May; No zephyr... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1868 - 56 páginas
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms... | |
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