 Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment,...  Our Plague Spot: In Connection with Our Polity and Usages : as Regards Our ... - Halaman 180oleh Plague Spot - 1859 - 604 halamanTampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | Tim Fulford - 1996 - 274 halaman
...and pity: me innocent family allow Thomson a moralizing exclamation but dien disappear from the poem. AH little think the gay licentious Proud, Whom Pleasure,...wanton, often cruel, Riot waste; Ah little think they . . . . . . Sore pierc'd by wintry Winds, How many shrink into the sordid Hut Of chearless Poverty.... | |
 | Richard Terry, Reader in Eighteenth-Century English Literature Richard Terry - 2000 - 300 halaman
...Winter, which if made by Burns into something better, share a very similar sensitivity toward humanity: How many feel, this very moment, death And all the...devouring flood, Or more devouring flame; how many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man (11. 327-31) The Thomsonian spirit of attending to... | |
 | Kevin White - 2004 - 342 halaman
...felb'-v creatures. Ah Villlc think the giy, • • Whom plcanirc, power, and affluence surround, IIo-.v many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain : .— . How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery ! sore pierced by wintry winds, How... | |
 | Peg A. Lamphier - 2003 - 336 halaman
...underlined the following lines of poetry in one of her books: Ah, little think the gay licentious crowd Whom pleasure, power and affluence surround; They...little think they while they dance along, How many fell this very moment death And all the sad variety of pain; How many drink the cup Of Baleful grief,... | |
 | William Godwin - 2006 - 646 halaman
...which are given up to all the furious passions, or are for ever the prey of repining and depression. Ah, little think the gay, licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power and affluence surround, How many pine in want! How many shrink Into the sordid hut, how many drink The cup of grief, and eat... | |
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