 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...  the english anthology - Сторінка 164автори: T AGERTON - 1794Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 стор.
...hawthorn grew> Here, as with doubtful, penfive fteps I range, Trace every fcene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the pad to pain. C In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1771 - 590 стор.
...many a year elapfcd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wake* with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the part to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of caw, In all my griefs — and GOD has given... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 стор.
...Remembrance wakes with 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... | |
 | 1785 - 304 стор.
...grounds, • And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, 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... | |
 | 1785 - 320 стор.
...grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. I ftitl had hopes, for pride attends us tliii, Amidfl the fwalns to 5iew my book-learn'd fkill, Around... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 206 стор.
...grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, 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... | |
 | 1792 - 112 стор.
...grounds, And many a year elaps'd, return to view, Where once the cottage ftood, 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 share— I ftill had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1792 - 308 стор.
...range, Trace every fcene, and wonder at 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... | |
 | 1794 - 574 стор.
...grounds, And, many a year elapfed, return to view Where once the cottage ftood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells...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... | |
 | Mr. Pratt (Samuel Jackson) - 1795 - 476 стор.
...grew, " Here as with doubtful, penfive fteps I range, * ' Trace every fcene and wonder at the change, " Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, " Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain." Even this have I found a faint though beautiful pifture of the fafts. — I do not recommend any man... | |
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