 | 1703 - 864 pages
...Limbsj Gold, tho the heavieft Metal, hither fwims. Oors is the Harveft where the Indians mow j \Ve plough the Deep, and reap what others fow ^ Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds •, Stout are our Men, and Warlike are our Steeds f.ome, tho her Eagle through the World... | |
 | 1705 - 620 pages
...up Wealth we weary not our Limbs j Gold, tho' the heavieft Metal, hither fwims. Ours is the Harvefl where the Indians mow ; We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow ; Things of the nobleit kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men, and Warlike are our Steeds. Rome, tho' her Eagle... | |
 | Miscellany poems - 1716 - 426 pages
...of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not out Limbs, Gold (tho" theheavieft Metal) hither Iwims: Ours is the Harveft where the Indians mow, We plough...what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men and warlike are our Steeds ; "Xfrnt (tho' her Eagle thro' the World... | |
 | John Dryden - 1716 - 424 pages
...of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs, Gold (tho* theheavieft Metal) hither iwims: Ours is the Harveft where the Indians mow, We plough the Deep, arid reap what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men and warlike... | |
 | Edmund Waller - 1722 - 364 pages
...fhine, And without Planting drink of ev'ry Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs ; Gold (tho' the heavieft Metal) hither fwims: Ours is the Harveft...what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own Soil breeds t Stout are our Men, and warlike are our Steeds ; Ramt (tho' her Eagle thro' the World... | |
 | Edmund Waller - 1744 - 496 pages
...not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwimf: Ours is the harveft where the IN D IAN s mow, We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow....foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fleeds : ROME, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown, Could never make this Ifland all her own.... | |
 | Robert Shiells - 1753 - 366 pages
...' • To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs, Gold (tho* the heavieft Metal) hitherfwims : Our's is the harveft where the Indians mow, We plough the...foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fleeds ; Rome (tho' her eagle thft' the world had flown) Cou'd never make this flland all her own.... | |
 | John Bancks - 1760 - 330 pages
...mine, And without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims. Ours is. the harveft where the Indians mow ; jgh ihe deep, and reap what others few. Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are... | |
 | Edmund Waller - 1768 - 366 pages
...; And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims : Ours is the harveft...kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlick are our fteeds : ROME, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown, Could never make this ifland... | |
 | John Bancks - 1779 - 336 pages
...fhine, And without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Gold, tho' the heavieft metal, hither fwims. Ours is the harveft...mow ; We plough the deep, and reap what others fow. A a Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds ; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fteeds... | |
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Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow, We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. 
