 Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.  Poems - Pàgina 296per William Cowper - 1805Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1799 - 730 pàgines
...ftock of infant forrows fpent, 1 iearn'd at laft fubmifiion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. ' Where once we dwelt our name is heard no mart, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew... | |
 | William Cowper - 1800 - 364 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 310 pàgines
...my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. 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 school along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | William Hayley - 1803 - 348 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1803 - 362 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1805 - 366 pàgines
...to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a fad to-morrow came and wenj? Till, all my ftock of infant forrow I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 226 pàgines
...Till, all my stock of infant 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...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... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 394 pàgines
...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. 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 school along the public way; Delighted... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 498 pàgines
...Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. » Where once we dwelt...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 publick way.... | |
 | 1804 - 450 pàgines
...in the following Angularly beautiful and pathetic compufition on the portrait of his mother : — « 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 school along the public way ; Delighted... | |
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