...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband...

...past to pain. In all my wand'rings through this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these huir.ble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from...

...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n my share — I still had...

...ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, returned to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train,...breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings through this world of care, In all my griefs— and God has given my share— I still had hopes my...

...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has giv'n my share—- I still had...

...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells...my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble...

...better, to remain in single blessedness, like THE HERMIT IN THE COUNTRY. N° LXXIII. THE VACANT CHAIR. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train. Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH. THE VACANT CHAIR. WE are all more or less the creatures of habit, and nature has wisely...

...not to believe, aye, and be convinced, that the author of the following lines felt what he wrote : In all my wanderings round this world of care, In...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 at first she flew, I...

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...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had...