 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 our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting...  Poems by Goldsmith and Parnell - Pagina 26door Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 68 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 274 pagina’s
...ruined grounds— And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood—the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...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... | |
 | Arthur Jewitt - 1818 - 520 pagina’s
...doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace every scene and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes vvith all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." * '• • • The present article is now extended far beyond the limits which I had assigned to it... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 pagina’s
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, 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 cure, In all my griefs— and God has giv'n my share— I still had... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 pagina’s
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1819 - 120 pagina’s
...past to pain. In all my wand'rings through this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these huir.ble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - 488 pagina’s
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, 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 giv'n my share — I still had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 236 pagina’s
...ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, returned to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train,...breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings through this world of care, In all my griefs— and God has given my share— I still had hopes my... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 314 pagina’s
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, 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 giv'n my share—- I still had... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 pagina’s
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...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... | |
 | Felix M'Donogh - 1822 - 276 pagina’s
...better, to remain in single blessedness, like THE HERMIT IN THE COUNTRY. N° LXXIII. THE VACANT CHAIR. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train. Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH. THE VACANT CHAIR. WE are all more or less the creatures of habit, and nature has wisely... | |
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