...day be the lot of our own country ? who knows but that hereafter fome traveller like myfelf will fit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder fea, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too flow to take in the multitude...

...day be the lot of our own country? who knows but that hereafter fome traveller like myfelf will fit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder fea, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too flow to take in the multitude...

...day be the lot of our own country? Who knows but that hereafter foms traveller like myfelf will fit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Sea, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too flow to take in tl.e multitude...

...that the desolation I now witness will not one day be the lot of the nations in our own hemisphere ? Who knows, but that hereafter some traveller, like...the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder sea, where now, amid the vortex of so many enjoyments, the heart and the eyes are not sufficiently...

...some traveller like myself will sit down upon the hanks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder sea, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and...to take in the multitude of sensations ; who knows hut * In the year 1782, it the close of the American w*r. he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins,...

...shall hear savage hymns, chanted over some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proud temple." Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself...the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now m the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations....

...shall hear savage hymns chanted over some misshapen idol over the rinned dome of our proud temple.' Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upcn the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now in the tumult of enjoyment, the...

...myself, can assure me that their present desolation will not one day be the lot of our own country ? Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself...the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder sea, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude...

...only an undistinguished heap of ruins. — Goldsmith, The See, ,Vo. iv."(1750), A City Niglit Piece. Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself...down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuydcr Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the...

...contemplating, Who knows, said I, but such may one day be the abandonment of our countries ? Who knows if on the banks of the Seine, the Thames or the Zuyder Zee, where now in the tumult of so many enjoyments the heart and the eye suffice not for the multitude of sensations — who knows...