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" 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 more,... "
Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets - 268 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Poems, 2±Ç

William Cowper - 1800 - 364 ÆäÀÌÁö
...forrows fpent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot 06 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...
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Poems, 1±Ç

William Cowper - 1802 - 364 ÆäÀÌÁö
...learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, ' '• But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot.' ' ' '; Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper, Esqr: With an ..., 1±Ç

William Hayley - 1803 - 454 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 with my bauble coach, and -wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, ' Tis now become a history little known, That once...
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Poems, 1±Ç

William Cowper - 1803 - 310 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known,' That once we...
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The Life and Posthumous Writings of William Cowper: With an Introductory ..., 1±Ç

William Hayley - 1803 - 348 ÆäÀÌÁö
...has thui commemorated in a Angularly beautiful and pathetic compofuion on the portrak of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more> Children not thine have trod my nars'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, 1±Ç

William Cowper - 1803 - 362 ÆäÀÌÁö
...learn'd at laft fubmiflion to my lot, I3ur, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwe^ our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; A nd where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1803 - 386 ÆäÀÌÁö
...ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In fcarlet mantle warm, and...
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Poems, 2±Ç

William Cowper - 1805 - 376 ÆäÀÌÁö
...forrow fpent, I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...
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Poems, 2±Ç

William Cowper - 1805 - 366 ÆäÀÌÁö
...ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to ichool along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In fcarlet mantle warm, and...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, 3±Ç

William Cowper - 1806 - 226 ÆäÀÌÁö
...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, j But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we...
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