 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...  The Poetical Works, and Essays, of Oliver Goldsmith - Стр. 9авторы: Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - Страниц: 253Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1822 - Страниц: 194
...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 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... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - Страниц: 290
...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...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,... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - Страниц: 428
...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 wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had... | |
 | Felix M'Donogh - 1822 - Страниц: 276
...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... | |
 | 1823 - Страниц: 816
...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - Страниц: 510
...grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view ЛУЪеге once the cottage stood, thefhawthorn grewi Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my -wanderings through this worldof care» In all my griefs — and liod has given my share— I still... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1825 - Страниц: 160
...to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, at my breast, and turns the past to pain,. • In...all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I ctill had hopes, my latest hours to crown, •Vmiilsl these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - Страниц: 600
...And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where onee the eottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembranee deformity, are wont to dwell ; Or whether these with...loath'd, Invade resplendent pomp's imperious mien, The eh eare, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— ¡ still had hopes, my latest hours to erown,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1825 - Страниц: 476
...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...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - Страниц: 310
...grounds ; And many a year elaps'd, returrtw Tfew Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew ; Rememb'rance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wartd'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— I still had... | |
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