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" Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. "
English Synonyms and Antonyms: With Notes on the Correct Use of Prepositions - Page 464
by James Champlin Fernald - 1896 - 564 pages
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The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, Trace ev'ry scene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 1 . • ' . . •-. i I In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD...
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The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1800 - 192 pages
...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 —...
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 pages
...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...
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Poems by Goldsmith and Parnell

Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 pages
...And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawlhorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share —...
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1805 - 264 pages
...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 —...
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Poetical Works

Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pages
...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...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
...Here, as with doubtful, pensive steps 1 range, Trace ev'ry scene, and wonder at the change, 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...
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Elegant Extracts, Volumes 1-2

Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...And, many a yearelaps'd, return to view [grew ; Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn Remembrance pow'r, Thou tamer of the human breast, \Vhose iron soourge and tort'ring hour T In all my wand'rmjjs round this world of care, In all my grief, and God has given my share — I slift...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Volume 2

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 pages
...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—*...
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Specimens of the British poets, Volume 2

British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...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...
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