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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; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting... "
Poems by Goldsmith and Parnell - Страница 26
по Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 68 страници
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Specimens of the British poets, Том 2, Част 1

British poets - 1809
...and ruin'd grounds, 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...

The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Том 2

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809
...ruin'd grounds, 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...

Elegant Extracts, Томове 1–2

Vicesimus Knox - 1809
...grounds ; And, many a yearelaps'd, return to view [grew ; Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn relenilc« pow'r, Thou tamer of the human breast,...\Vhose iron soourge and tort'ring hour The bad aff wand'rmjjs round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has given my share — I slift had hopes,...

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

English poetry - 1809
...grew; Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace. every scene, and wonder at the change, 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 given .my share— I still had...

The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809
...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 giv'n my fhare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me...

The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled ...

Thomas Janes - 1810
...hawthorn grew: Here, as wilh 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. In all ray wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and GOD has giv'n my share I still had...

Poems and songs on different subjects

Andrew M'Kenzie - 1810 - 180 страници
...content, resideELEGIAC STANZAS, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF A BELOVED BROTHER'S DEATH, MARCH Il,"l808. " Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, " Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." GOLDSMITH. AGAIN I mark the length'ning day, • Again I hear the small birds sing.» Stern Winter...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., Том 16

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 782 страници
...ruin'd grounds, 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 tlie past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has...

Brighton in an uproar, Том 1

Henrietta Maria Moriarty - 1811
...CHAP. I. Here as with doubtful pensive steps I range, Trace former scenes, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the pastlto pain. GOLDSMITH. IT was a gloomy, cold evening, in the month of January, when a lady descended...

Brighton in an uproar, Том 1

Henrietta Maria Moriarty - 1811
...CHAP. I. Here as with doubtful pensive stops I range, Trace former scenes, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the pastto-pain. GOLDSMITH. IT was a gloomy, cold evening, in the month of January, when a lady descend-ed...




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