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" 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. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more,... "
Poems, - Page 197
by William Cowper - 1817
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Analytical Review: Or History of Literature, Domestic and Foreign ..., Volume 28

1799
...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1800
...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...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1802 - 428 pages
...ftock of infant forrow fpent, O 4 I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, ' '• But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot.' ' ' '; Where once we...is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1803 - 363 pages
...Till, all my flock of infant forrow fpent, J learned at lad fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our...is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - English poetry - 1803 - 363 pages
...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...
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The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper: With an ..., Volume 1

William Hayley - Poets, English - 1803
...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...
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Poems, Volume 1

William Cowper - 1803 - 348 pages
...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1805
...wenj? Till, all my ftock of infant forrow I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our...is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to ichool along the public way, Delighted...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volume 3

William Cowper - English poetry - 1806
...went, 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...have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt...
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The Life, and Posthumous Writings, of William Cowper, Esqr: With ..., Volume 1

William Hayley - 1806
...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 nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way ; Delighted with ray bauble coach,...
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