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" Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long... "
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The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

1800 - 322 страници
...hopes, my latest hours to crown j , Amidst these humble bowers to.-.kv, me. down; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— —and die...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine! How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...

The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 страници
...whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 страници
...whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to- the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return... .and die...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 страници
...whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth...

The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

1806 - 330 страници
...had hopes, my latest hours to crown; Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return and die at...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine ! How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...

Poetical Works

Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 страници
...hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my loug vexations past, Here to return— and die at home...last. O blest retirement ! friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine ; How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...

Elegant Extracts, Томове 1–2

Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at...retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, th:it never must be mine ! How blest.is he, who crowns, in shades like these, A \outh of labor...

The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Том 2

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 страници
...have, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die...retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labor with...

Specimens of the British poets, Том 2

British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— and die at home at last. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No surly...

The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Том 3

English poetry - 1809 - 308 страници
...place from whence at 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 blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...




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