 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
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 sider
...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, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 sider
...my stock of infant sorrows 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...more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; I And where the gard'ner, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with... | |
 | 1846 - 332 sider
...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, 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... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 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, Eobin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1847 - 556 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 fioor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | 1912 - 572 sider
...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, 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... | |
 | 1912 - 440 sider
...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: 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... | |
 | James Alexander Roy - 1914 - 196 sider
...stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot ; 18 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 Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 sider
...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, 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 sider
...my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored ty perfidy Have I not seen what human things could do? From the loud roar of foaming calumny To the nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
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