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" 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 - Trang 26
bởi Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 68 trang
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith ...: To which is Prefixed an Account ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1813 - 124 trang
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year relaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the howthorn 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 :ill my griefs....and God has given me share..I still had...

Beauties of Poetry: Consisting of Elegant Selections from the Works of Pope ...

1814 - 310 trang
...manners are no more. And, many years elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorfl grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train,...this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n me share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me...

Elegant poems. Pope's Essay on man, Blair's Grave, Gray's Elegy, Goldsmith's ...

Elegant poems - 1814 - 132 trang
...hawthorn grew ; Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace every scene and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'riugs round this world ot care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes,...

The Poetical Works, Complete, of Oliver Goldsmith ... with Some Account of ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1816 - 240 trang
...grew, But times are nllcr'il — trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain. 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...

The Traveller, The Deserted Village, and Other Poems ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1817 - 192 trang
...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...

The Poetical Works, and Essays, of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 294 trang
...hawthorn grew. Here, as with doubtful pensive steps I range, Trace every scene, and wonder af the change, 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...

The Spirit of the English Magazines

1830 - 504 trang
...following lines felt what he wrote : — lD all my wanderings round thii world of care ; In all my griefa, and God has given my share ; I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humbte bowers to lay me down : And, as a hare, when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from...

The poems and plays of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 274 trang
...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...

The Northern star, or, Yorkshire magazine, Tập 2

Arthur Jewitt - 1818 - 520 trang
...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...

Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784

Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 trang
...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...




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