 | 1846 - 844 страници
...illustrated by Horsley. The same artist has, at p. 8, a most amusing misconception of Cowper's lines ; — " And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way," &c. The good gardener is represented dragging the boy along by the hand, and " The Bauble Coach " follows,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 страници
...sorrows spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; I And where the gard'ner, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 страници
...sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 5o In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1915 - 390 страници
...sorrows spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more ; Children...school along the public way, — Delighted with my bawble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm and velvet capped — Tis now become a history little... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 страници
...day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped 50 sublime Of s onr own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That memory keeps, of all thy kindness there,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 страници
...sorrow spent, I karned at last submission to my lot ; Bui, though I less deplcrsd thee, ne'er forgot. 52 That once we called the pastoral house ' our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 страници
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint....warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; 52 That once we called the pastoral house 1 our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 страници
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45 Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped 50 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1916 - 400 страници
...sorrows spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more ; Children...school along the public way, — Delighted with my bawble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm and velvet capped — 'Tis now become a history little... | |
 | Elizabeth McCracken - 1917 - 228 страници
...sorrows spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...to school along the public way, Delighted with my bawble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'T is now become a history little... | |
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Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more,... 
