 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1817 - 192 páginas
...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 bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 294 páginas
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - 488 páginas
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 446 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 236 páginas
...with all her busy train, Swells at my 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 latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 314 páginas
...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 latesf hours to crown, Amidst these humble... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1822 - 194 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 428 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | 1823 - 816 páginas
...and be convinced, that the author of the following lines felt what he wrote : 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 : And as a hare, when hounds... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. giv'n my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me... | |
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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... 
