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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... "
the english anthology - Page 164
by T AGERTON - 1794
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The Christian miscellany, and family visiter, Volumes 7-8

1850 - 790 pages
...cannot fail to find an echo in every heart. How exquisitely tender are the following lines : — " 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...
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Poems, Plays and Essays

Oliver Goldsmith - Irish literature - 1851 - 476 pages
...grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 6. 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...
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The Christian souvenir

Christian souvenir - Christian life - 1851 - 286 pages
...cannot fail to find an echo in every heart. — How exquisitely tender are the following lines : — " 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...
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Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in ...

Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 pages
...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, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these...
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The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures

William Makepeace Thackeray - English literature - 1853 - 332 pages
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my heart, 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...
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The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures ...

William Makepeace Thackeray - English literature - 1853 - 332 pages
...in Mrs. Gwyn's possession when she died, after nearly seventy years." — PORSTEB'S Goldsmith. • In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share, I still had nopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble...
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Hand-books for Ireland, by mr. and mrs. S.C. Hall, Volume 3

Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 190 pages
...during his collegiate course ; that in after-life he longed to do so, we have undoubted evidence : — " 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...
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The works of Oliver Goldsmith, ed. by P. Cunningham, Volume 1

Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 524 pages
...hawthorn grew, 1 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 lias given my share— I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay...
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The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With a Life and Notes, Volume 4

Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 364 pages
...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 ray share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these...
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver ...

William Collins - English poetry - 1854 - 430 pages
...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 my latest hours to crown, Amidst these...
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