 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 str.
...change, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the pad to pain. C In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my fliare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay me down 5... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 str.
...Remembrance wakes with all her bufy trairi^ Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to paiti. C In \ In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my {hare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidfl thefe humble bowers to lay me down ; To... | |
 | 1785 - 304 str.
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n my fhare— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 str.
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my bread, and turns the paft te pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my (hare— I ftill had hopes, my lareft hours to ctown, Amidft thcfe humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 206 str.
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my fliare— ? I ilill had hopes my late'.l hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bowers to lay... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 str.
...wakos with all her bufy train, Swells at my brcaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings, round this world of care, In all my griefs— an,d God has giv'nmy (hare — I ftill had hopes, my latelt hours to crown, Anudft thefe humble bow 'rs to lay me... | |
 | John Moore - 1792 - 584 str.
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 | 1792 - 112 str.
...wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. IN all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and GOD has giv'n my share— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidft thefe humble bow'rs to lay me... | |
 | 1794 - 574 str.
...the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and GOD has given my marc— I (lili had hopes my lateft hours to crown, • Amidfl thefe humble bowers to lay me down ;... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - 390 str.
...hawthorn grew, 80 Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and GOD has giv'n my fhare— I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, 85 Amidft thefe... | |
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In all 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 bowers to lay me down... 
