...home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline> Retreat from cares, that never must he mine. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,...where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to comhat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the...

...first she Sew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats...care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowois, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong...

...pages. LXIV. WENSLEYDALE: or Rural Contemplations- a Poem. By T. MAUDE, Esq. The FOURTH EDITION. " How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease : Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay, While resignation gently slopes the way. ' — GOLDSMITH....

...first she flew— I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return—and die at home at last. O blest retirement! friend to life's decline— Retreats from care that never must be mine! How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world...

...return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from cares, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease; IVho quits a world when0 strong temptations ttfl And, since, 'tis hard to...

...exclaiming in the genuine language of poetic fervor : How blest is he who crowns in shades like these Л youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations "У. And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly '• Onward he moves, to meet his latter end, Angels...

...first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats...quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine,...

...first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine* How btest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world...

...; the voyage o'er, Glad we look back, and bless the friendly shore. TICKEL. Thus Dr. Goldsmith :— O ! blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine , How happy he, who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour, with an age of ease ; Who quits a world...

...flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world...