 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. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no...  The Churchman's companion - Strana 2871878Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 str.
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. t with good lands about it. It being a very cold day when he m had trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public... | |
 | Carlo Formichi - 1925 - 518 str.
...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...my nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, (1) Sciagurato gia fin d'allora, al bel principlo del viaggio della vita. (2) Ciofe la parola... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 str.
...spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; Bui, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. \Vhere away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrowday; by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet... | |
 | Henry Neumann - 1926 - 272 str.
...sorrow spent, I learnt 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 gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach,... | |
 | Laurie Magnus - 1926 - 618 str.
...Norfolk : Oh, that those lips had language ! Life has With me but roughly since I heard thee last. . . Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor, and so on ; plainly, we have here Pope's metre married to an exceptional power in the expression of natural... | |
 | Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - 1926 - 906 str.
...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 nurs'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | William Cowper - 1926 - 36 str.
...forrow fpent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 str.
...submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known,... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 str.
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45 . 130 The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, And...progress through the skies. This the beau monde shall f by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped 50 In scarlet... | |
 | 1928 - 432 str.
...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 nurs'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
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