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" I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped... "
Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young persons - Page 80
by Mary (aunt, pseud.) - 1854 - 91 pages
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1800 - 364 pages
...forrows fpent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot 06 Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; And where the; gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1802 - 364 pages
...learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, ' '• But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot.' ' ' '; Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper, Esqr: With an ..., Volume 1

William Hayley - Authors, English - 1803 - 454 pages
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor, And where the Gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and -wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, ' Tis now become a history little known, That once...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - English poetry - 1803 - 310 pages
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known,' That once we...
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The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper: With an ..., Volume 1

William Hayley - 1803 - 348 pages
...has thui commemorated in a Angularly beautiful and pathetic compofuion on the portrak of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more> Children not thine have trod my nars'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 362 pages
...learn'd at laft fubmiflion to my lot, I3ur, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwe^ our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; A nd where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1803 - 386 pages
...ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In fcarlet mantle warm, and...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1805 - 376 pages
...forrow fpent, I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1805 - 366 pages
...ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to ichool along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In fcarlet mantle warm, and...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volume 3

William Cowper - English poetry - 1806 - 226 pages
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, j But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we...
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