 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - عدد الصفحات: 44
...In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my fliare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down 5 My anxious day to hufband near the clofe, And keep life's flame from wafting by repofe. I ftill had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - عدد الصفحات: 70
...all her bufy trairi^ Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to paiti. C In \ In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my {hare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidfl thefe humble bowers to lay me... | |
 | 1785 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...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...hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To hufband out life's taper at the clofe, And keep the flame from wafting by... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - عدد الصفحات: 206
...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 fliare— ? I ilill had hopes my late'.l hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down;... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakos with all her bufy train, Swells at my brcaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings, round this world of care, In all my griefs— an,d God has giv'nmy (hare — I ftill had hopes, my latelt hours to crown, Anudft thefe humble bow 'rs to lay me... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - عدد الصفحات: 966
...hawthorn grew ; Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bread, and turns the paft te triot's name, whofe modern fcnfe Is one that would by law fupplant his prince ; The p given my (hare— I ftill had hopes, my lareft hours to ctown, Amidft thcfe humble bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | 1792 - عدد الصفحات: 112
...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 share— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me down; To... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1792 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...the change ; Remembrance wakes, with all her bufy train,%i. Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain *• ^ In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all niy griefs — and God has- giv'n my fhare !— • I ftill had hopes, my lateft hours to crown, Amidft... | |
 | James Roach - 1792 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...Britain alfo. And, manjr a year e'aps'd, return to vi:w \Vhere once the cottage ftood, lhe hawthorn grewi Remembrance wakes, with all her bufy train, Swells...my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my gnefs— —and God hasgiv'n my lhare— I'flill had hopes my latefl hours to crown, Amidfl thefe humble... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wanderings 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, 85 Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down ; To hufband out life's taper at the clofe, And keep the... | |
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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... 
