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" And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove... "
Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac Verse - Side 55
av Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 142 sider
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1810
...And the scene, where his melody charm 'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast_and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in it's stead. Tis a sight to engage...
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Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best ...

Poetical selections - 1811
...more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must myself lie as lowly as they; With a turf at my breast, and a stone at my head) Ere another such grove rises up in its stead. The change both my heart and my fancy employs; I reflect on the frailty of man...
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1812
...heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must...at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in it's stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if any thing can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;...
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Poems by William Cowper ...

William Cowper - 1814 - 480 sider
...dnrable even than be.* * Mr. Cowper afterward altered this last stanza in the following mauner: — The change both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailty of man, and his joys ; Short-liv'd as we arc, yet onr pleasnres, we see, Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than...
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1814 - 268 sider
...with bis sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And 1 must ere long He as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a «tone at my head. Ere another such grove shall arise in iU stead. 'Tis a si»ht to engage me, if any...
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1815
...heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must...lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a s' Ere another such grove shall ari1 'Tit a sight to engage me, if any thing can, To muse on the...
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1817
...And the scene, where his melody charmed me hefore, * Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my hreast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage...
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Poems, Volum 1

William Cowper - 1817
...hefore, Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more. My fngitive years are all hasting away, And I most ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my hreast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead, 'Tis a sight to engage...
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The minor poems of William Cowper

William Cowper - 1818 - 108 sider
...heat, And the scene where his melody chann'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must...Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. The change°both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailly of man, and his joys; Short-lived...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1818 - 420 sider
...heat, And the scene, where his melody charmed me before, Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise...
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