 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 lapas
...ftood, the hawthorn Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train. Swells at my brcaft, and turns the part to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has giver, my (hare— I ftill had hopes, my latett hours to crown, Amidlt thefe humble... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 lapas
...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 hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To... | |
 | 1806 - 330 lapas
...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'rings round 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 humble bowers to lay me down ; I still... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 lapas
...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 hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 lapas
...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 hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 lapas
...at 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 given .my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 lapas
...hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns tlie 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 hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down; To... | |
 | 1814 - 310 lapas
...wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round 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 down... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1816 - 240 lapas
...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 hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 298 lapas
...the hawthorn grew; Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care> In all my griefs—and God has giv'n my fhate— I ftill h.id hopes, my lateft hours to crown, Amidll thv.il'... | |
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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 out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting... 
