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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... "
The Balance, and Columbian Repository - Page 166
1804
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Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a ...

William Cowper - 1853 - 796 pages
...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,...
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A class-book of elocution

J H. Aitken - 1853 - 378 pages
...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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Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 560 pages
...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 h ave trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the...
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The Works of William Cowper, Volume 6

William Cowper - 1854 - 486 pages
...sorrows 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 hy day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...
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Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young persons

Mary (aunt, pseud.) - 1854 - 104 pages
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But though I less deplored thee, ne'er forget. 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,...
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The Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introductory Observations

George Croly - 1854 - 426 pages
...sorrow spent, I learned, at last, submission to my lot, But though [ 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, dny by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper,esq: Including the Hymns and ...

William Cowper, Henry Stebbing - 1854 - 850 pages
...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, Delighted...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1854 - 806 pages
...sorrows spent, I learn'd at last submission to mv lot, Out though I less deplot'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod mv nurs'ry iloor; And where the gard'ner, Robin, dny by day, Drew mo to school along the pnblick way,...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1854 - 488 pages
...natural, yet wholly unexpected, these lines in his verses " On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture " — " Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more — Children not thine have trade my nursery floor." But time would fail us to enumerate the tithe of the true and manly, pointed...
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The shower of pearls, a collection of poetry, original and selected, for ...

Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 pages
...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...
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