 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...  British Anthologies - Page 2edited by - 1900Full view - About this book
 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...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 - 1804 - 114 pages
...confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawlhorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...grounds ; And, many a yearelaps'd, return to view [grew ; Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn relenilc« pow'r, Thou tamer of the human breast,...\Vhose iron soourge and tort'ring hour The bad aff wand'rmjjs round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has given my share — I slift had hopes,... | |
 | 1809 - 402 pages
...here once the cottnge stood, the hawthorn prcw ; Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells ;it my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of coir, In til my grief, and God has given my share — 1 still Uiid hopes, my latest hours to crown,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 656 pages
...I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn...all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns tlie past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pages
...hawthorn grew: Here, as wilh 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. In all ray wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and GOD has giv'n my share I still had... | |
 | Andrew M'Kenzie - 1810 - 194 pages
...content, resideELEGIAC STANZAS, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF A BELOVED BROTHER'S DEATH, MARCH Il,"l808. " Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, " Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain." GOLDSMITH. AGAIN I mark the length'ning day, • Again I hear the small birds sing.» Stern Winter... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 648 pages
...I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year claps'rt, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her hmv train. To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose : I... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 436 pages
...my solitary ronnds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and rnin'd gronnds. And, many a year elaps'd retnrn to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all hep bnsy train, Swells at my breast, and tnrns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings throngh this... | |
 | Henrietta Maria Moriarty - 1811 - 254 pages
...CHAP. I. Here as with doubtful pensive stops I range, Trace former scenes, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the pastto-pain. GOLDSMITH. IT was a gloomy, cold evening, in the month of January, when a lady descend-ed... | |
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