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" Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my... "
The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany - 532. oldal
1823
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The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 oldal
...Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And as an hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence...past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

1800 - 322 oldal
...share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown j , Amidst these humble bowers to.-.kv, me. down; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— —and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine! How blest...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 oldal
...all I saw; And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to- the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return... .and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 oldal
...Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence...past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

1806 - 330 oldal
...giv'n my share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown; Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine ! How blest...

The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, 2. kötet

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 oldal
...all I saw ; And as a have, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

Elegant Extracts, 1-2. kötet

Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 oldal
...all I saw ; And, ns a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he lame Sat hov'ring. pinch'd with age and frost ; Her shrivell'd hands, with veins ejubost, O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, th:it never must be mine ! How blest.is...

Specimens of the British poets, 2. kötet

British poets - 1809 - 526 oldal
...all I saw ; And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— and die at home at last. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No surly...

Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith ...

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 648 oldal
...Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all 1 felt, and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence...past, Here to return — and die at home at last. O blest retirement, friend to lire's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled ...

Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 oldal
...share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown; Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; I stilJ had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return and die at home at last. O bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine! How bless'd...




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