 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1785 - 304 стор.
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance 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 bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 206 стор.
...the hawthorn grew. Remembrance 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 fliare— ? I ilill had hopes my late'.l hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down;... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 стор.
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakos with all her bufy train, Swells at my brcaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings, round this world of care, In all my griefs— an,d God has giv'nmy (hare — I ftill had hopes, my latelt hours to crown, Anudft thefe humble bow 'rs to lay me... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 стор.
...hawthorn grew ; Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bread, and turns the paft te triot's name, whofe modern fcnfe Is one that would by law fupplant his prince ; The p given my (hare— I ftill had hopes, my lareft hours to ctown, Amidft thcfe humble bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | 1792 - 112 стор.
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance 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...In all my griefs— and GOD has giv'n my share— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me down; To husband out... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1792 - 308 стор.
...the change ; Remembrance wakes, with all her bufy train,%i. Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain *• ^ In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all niy griefs — and God has- giv'n my fhare !— • I ftill had hopes, my lateft hours to crown, Amidft... | |
 | James Roach - 1792 - 284 стор.
...hawthorn grewi Remembrance wakes, with all her bufy train, Swells at my breafl, and turns the pall to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my gnefs— —and God hasgiv'n my lhare— I'flill had hopes my latefl hours to crown, Amidfl thefe humble... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1794 - 124 стор.
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breafl, and turns the pall 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 down; To... | |
 | 1794 - 574 стор.
...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... | |
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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 hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble... 
