 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 164by T AGERTON - 1794Full view - About this book
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 500 pages
...hawthorn grew,i Kemembrance 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... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - English literature - 1854 - 306 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... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 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 — 1 still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - Irish Literature (in English) - 1854 - 348 pages
...vitofmembrance wakes with all her busy train, '•f Dwells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. ft< In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God hits given my share — ,,-• I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst... | |
 | John Forster - 1854 - 578 pages
...deeply touching than the closing image of these lines — the hunted creature panting to its home ! 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... | |
 | William Spalding - English literature - 1854 - 446 pages
...Adam Smith was writing " The Wealth of Nations."* * OLIVER GOLDSMITH. From " The Deserted Village." 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 years to crown, Amidst these humble... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1855 - 582 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... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - Periodicals - 1855 - 590 pages
...hawthorn grew. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Sv ells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In nil my griefs — and God has given my share — To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer - 1856 - 134 pages
...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... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - English poetry - 1856 - 574 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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