 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 страници
...change, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the pad to pain. C In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my fliare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down 5... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 страници
...Remembrance wakes with all her bufy trairi^ Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to paiti. C In \ In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my {hare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidfl thefe humble bowers to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 страници
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bread, and turns the paft te pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my (hare— I ftill had hopes, my lareft hours to ctown, Amidft thcfe humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | 1794 - 574 страници
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and GOD has given my marc— I (lili had hopes my lateft hours to crown, • Amidfl thefe humble bowers to lay me down ;... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - 390 страници
...hawthorn grew, 80 Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and GOD has giv'n my fhare— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, 85 Amidft thefe... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 страници
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bieafl, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my (hare— [ (till had hopes, my latcft hours to crown, Amidft thcfc humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 страници
...And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had... | |
 | 1800 - 322 страници
...Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace ev'ry scene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 1 . • ' . . •-. i I In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 страници
...And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs....and God has giv'n my share.... I still had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 366 страници
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my fhare — I ftill had hopes, my lateft hours to crown, Ainidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down;... | |
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In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down... 
