 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 páginas
...solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance...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 —... | |
 | 1800 - 322 páginas
...grew : 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 páginas
...solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 páginas
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawlhorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share —... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 páginas
...solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance...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 —... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 páginas
...rounds," » Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 páginas
...grew : Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps 1 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 my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n my share I still... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 páginas
...solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew? Remembrance...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—*... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 páginas
...solitary rounds. Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And many a year elaps'd return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 páginas
...grounds ; And, many a yearelaps'd, return to view [grew ; Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rmjjs round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has given my share — I slift... | |
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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 out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting... 
