 | 1845 - 614 стор.
...book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt anJ all I saw ; sleepless nights to bend the brow Over these precious leaves, as I do now. How all wh she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. O blest... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1845 - 550 стор.
....1... !>.., TW ed forward to this beloved spot, as the haven of re;''— for the evening of his days. And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at tlist he flew, * R ill had hnpea, my long vexations past, Jiere to return, and die at home at last.... | |
 | John Hall - 1845 - 354 стор.
...my fire an evening croup to draw', And tell of all I felt', and alt I saw' ; And, as a hare', which hounds and horns pursue', Pants to the place from whence at first he flew', 55 I still had hopes', my long vexations past', Here to returnv — and die at home at last'. O blest... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1845 - 276 стор.
...skill — Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And as an hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations pass'd, Here to return — and die at home at last.... | |
 | 1846 - 824 стор.
...hushimd out life's taper at tlic close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose i I ?till hod hope, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at latí." He sleeps, however, in a distant grave ; and in old Westminster we have often tarried to think... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1847 - 558 стор.
...group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursua. t will come recommended in so strong a manner as,...you'll have no scruple. [Pulling out his purse.] O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest... | |
 | James Waddel Alexander - 1847 - 300 стор.
...book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I 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 past, Home to return — and die at home at last." GOLDSMITH.... | |
 | John BECHERVAISE - 1847 - 118 стор.
...share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. Goldsmith's Trmetter. PORTSEA: PRINTED BY W. WOODWARD. 1847. .-fcV: -•> * TO VICE ADMIRAL SIR WILLIAM... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1847 - 290 стор.
...bowers to sit me down ; Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I 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 past, Here to return — and die at home at last. How... | |
 | Edwin Hubbell Chapin - 1848 - 244 стор.
...wasting by repose ; ***** Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue Pants to...past, Here to return — and die at home at last." And is not this attachment rooted among the deepest affections of our nature? and do we not bless God... | |
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... bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my... 
