 | Ann Jane - 1855 - Liczba stron: 1198
...quick return ; What ardently I wished I long believed, And, disappointed still — was still deceived. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children — not thine — have trod my "nursery floor. 'Tis now become a history, little known, That once we called the pastoral house our... | |
 | Charlotte Eliza Sargeant - 1850 - Liczba stron: 150
...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 nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way Delighted... | |
 | William Cowper - 1851 - Liczba stron: 790
...Berkhamstead, in Hertfordshire, the scene of the poet's infancy, which he has thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait...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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - Liczba stron: 616
...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 nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - Liczba stron: 362
...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 nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - Liczba stron: 152
...sorrow spent, I learn'd 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 gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | 1852 - Liczba stron: 196
...sorrows 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 nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1853 - Liczba stron: 796
...sorrows 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 mv nurs'ry floor; And where the gard'ner, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the publick way,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1853 - Liczba stron: 800
...sorrows spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But though I less deploc'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod mv nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the publick way,... | |
 | J H. Aitken - 1853 - Liczba stron: 378
...sorrow spent, I learn'd 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 thy nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,... | |
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Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet... 
