 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 our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting...  Poems by Goldsmith and Parnell - Side 26af Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 68 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | James Lackington - 1795 - 562 sider
...intereft to get me made an Alderman," Which I engaged not to. forget to perform. " In all my wand'rings round this world of care, " In all my griefs, and God has giv'n my (hare ; " I ftillhad hopes to fee fome better days." My private library at this time confifted... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 sider
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bieafl, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my (hare— [ (till had hopes, my latcft hours to crown, Amidft thcfc humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 sider
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had... | |
 | 1800 - 322 sider
...grew : Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace ev'ry scene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 1 . • ' . . •-. i I In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1802 - 130 sider
...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 me fhare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 sider
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs....and God has giv'n my share.... I still had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 366 sider
...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 given my fhare — I ftill had hopes, my lateft hours to crown, Ainidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down;... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 sider
...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 sider
...ruin'd grounds, And many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— I still had... | |
 | 1806 - 330 sider
...grew : Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps 1 range, Trace ev'ry scene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n my share I still had hopes,... | |
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