 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 - Side 182av William Cowper - 1826Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 sider
...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, 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... | |
 | 1832 - 406 sider
...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,... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 sider
...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 nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1833 - 512 sider
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 sider
...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 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',... | |
 | 1834 - 604 sider
...endearments, which comes home to every heart with the warmth of its own tint DM! purest feelings — Where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the pnblic way, Delighted with my bauble coacb, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capp'd.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 620 sider
...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 our name 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 - 1835 - 726 sider
...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 ; Ami where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school, along the public way, Delighted with... | |
 | William Cowper, William Hayley - 1835 - 376 sider
...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... | |
 | William Cowper, William Hayley - 1835 - 372 sider
...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... | |
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