 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 Library of Poetry and Song - Pagina 687geredigeerd door - 1925 - 1100 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 2007 - 298 pagina’s
...the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my heart, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round...hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt... | |
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