...may rave, 735 Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, I praise tho Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd— How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! 740 But grant me still a friend in rny retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither...

...I praise the Frenchman, 1 his remark was shrewd— How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! 740 But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—Solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or...

...and die. I praise the Frenehman, his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet, is sohtude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Cowper's Retirement, But me perhaps The glowing hearth may satisfy awhile With faint illumination,...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude I But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — Solitude is sweet. Yet neither...

...and die. ) praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewdHow sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! 740 But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitnde is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught bends, That appetite can ask, or wealth...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd*—...grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or...

...sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,1 e ; To measure all that passes in the breast, Faithfully,...secret deeps within, To spare no passion and no f Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or wealth provide, Can save us...

...genuine offspring of her loved embrace, (Strangers on earth !) are Innocence and Peace. e. — Cowper. How sweet, how passing sweet, is Solitude ! But grant...my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. e.— Milton. SOLITUDE is sometimes best society, And short Retirement urges sweet return. e. — Young....

...such a lustre, he that runs may read. Retirement. Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn. How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! But grant...my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. Conversation. A fool must now and then be right, by chance. John CKlpin. That, though on pleasure she...

...well expressed the want of this large class and their suffering when left wholly to themselves: — " I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd, — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But give me st ill a friend, in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweel." The mistake made...