...share, — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; — And as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, — I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, — and die at home at last....

...book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. O, blest...

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...all I saw ; And as a hare, whom hounds and horn pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew., I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, that never must be mine ! How blest...

...book-learn'd skill; Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants...vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at lust. 0 blest retirement; friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine I How...

...had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down : And, as a hare, when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence...vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last !" An apology might seem necessary for quoting lines so generally known, and, I hope, felt ; but, as...

...book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; men whom they only saw solicitous, not for riches but freedom, were contented to tra he flew, ! still had hopes, my long vexations past, riere to return — and die at home at last. О...

...realized. CHAPTER XVI. O Furtitiia, viris invida fortibns Quani non aequa bonis pramia dividis. SENECA. And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue. Pants to the place from whence at first he flew. ***** Heie, to the houseless child of want, My door is open still. GOLDsMITH. SLOWLY, for...

...skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, 'Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, 1 still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. Oblc-t...

...Goldsmith*: — In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my grief (and God has given my share.) I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. • Oliver Goldsmith was born, and until his fifteenth year resided, not far from where Carolan spent...