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...I still had hopes, my long vexations pass'd, Here to return — and die at home at last. O bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine ; How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world...

...all I saw ; And, ns a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he lame Sat hov'ring. pinch'd with age and frost ; Her...ejubost, Upon her knees her weight sustains, VVhiJe pa Retreat from care, th:it never must be mine ! How blest.is he, who crowns, in shades like these, A...

...all I saw ; And as a 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...last. O blest 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...

...all I saw ; And, as an 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...

...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 vexations...die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to lire's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades...

...share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown; Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; I stilJ had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return and die at home at last. O bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine! How bless'd...

...l felt, and all I saw : And, as a hare whom honnds and horns pnrsne. Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to retnrn — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from cares,...

...to him at this time : " And as an hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the goal, from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes — my long vexations past, . .... Here to return, and die ac last." Another of those symptoms of melancholy foreboding, I thought, was shewn in his manner at...

...to him at this time c '" And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the goal, from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at last." Another of those symptoms of melancholy foreboding, I thought, was shown in his manner at Holland...