 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...  The British anthology; or, Poetical library - Stran 12avtor: British anthology - 1825Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 strani
...stock of infant sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplorM 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,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 strani
...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...nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by duy, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 strani
...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...to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble-coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, 'Tis now become a history little... | |
 | 1832 - 406 strani
...spent, I learned, at last, submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Wliere once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where tlie gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along.the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach,... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 strani
...May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore. The parting soitml shall pass my lips no more ' ********* Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the ganl'per, Rrbin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coacli,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 strani
...sorrow spent', I learned', at last', submission to my lot', But', though I less deplored thee', ne'erb forgot'. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no...gardener Robin', day by day', Drew me to school along the publick way', Delighted with my bauble coach', and wrapped' In scarlet mantle warm', and velvet capped',... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 strani
...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 our name is heard...the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we... | |
 | 1835 - 616 strani
...over-carefulness. Who remembers not Cowper's delineation of maternal tenderness ? — — ' The gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public...and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap' — ' Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, Thy morning bounties ere I left my hume, Of biscuit and... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 726 strani
...our name is heard no more; Children not thine, have trod my nurs'ry floor ; Ami where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school, along the public...bauble coach, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capp'd ; 'Tia now become a Uist'ry little known. That once we call'd the past'ral house our... | |
 | William Cowper, William Hayley - 1835 - 372 strani
...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 my bauble coach,... | |
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