 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 not thine have trod my nursery floor...  Poems - Сторінка 387автори: William Cowper - 1818 - 420 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 364 стор.
...forrows fpent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot 06 Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; And where the; gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 364 стор.
...learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, ' '• But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot.' ' ' '; Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | William Hayley - 1803 - 454 стор.
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor, And where the Gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public...bauble coach, and -wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, ' Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the past'ral house our own.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 стор.
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known,' That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.... | |
 | William Hayley - 1803 - 348 стор.
...has thui commemorated in a Angularly beautiful and pathetic compofuion on the portrak of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more> Children not thine have trod my nars'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 стор.
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, j But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.... | |
 | William Hayley - 1806 - 404 стор.
...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way ; Delighted with ray bauble coach,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 394 стор.
...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way; Delighted... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 502 стор.
...sorrow spent, I learn'd 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...gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the publick way. Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis... | |
 | 1804 - 450 стор.
...in the following Angularly beautiful and pathetic compufition on the portrait of his mother : — « Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor, And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way ; Delighted... | |
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