 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...  The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith - Página 48por Oliver Goldsmith - 1845 - 235 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 páginas
...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 - 1809 - 526 páginas
...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 páginas
...grounds ; And, many a yearelaps'd, return to view [grew ; Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn relenilc« pow'r, Thou tamer of the human breast,...\Vhose iron soourge and tort'ring hour The bad aff wand'rmjjs round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has given my share — I slift had hopes,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 páginas
...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 páginas
...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'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has given .my share— I still had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 102 páginas
...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 fhare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 páginas
...hawthorn grew: Here, as wilh doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace ev'ry 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 ray wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and GOD has giv'n my share I still had... | |
 | Andrew M'Kenzie - 1810 - 194 páginas
...content, resideELEGIAC STANZAS, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF A BELOVED BROTHER'S DEATH, MARCH Il,"l808. " Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, " Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." GOLDSMITH. AGAIN I mark the length'ning day, • Again I hear the small birds sing.» Stern Winter... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 páginas
...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 tlie past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has... | |
 | Henrietta Maria Moriarty - 1811 - 254 páginas
...CHAP. I. Here as with doubtful pensive stops I range, Trace former scenes, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the pastto-pain. GOLDSMITH. IT was a gloomy, cold evening, in the month of January, when a lady descend-ed... | |
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