 Tis now become a history little known That once we called the pastoral house our own Short-lived possession! but the record fair That memory keeps, of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply...  Poems - Page 263by William Cowper - 1803 - 363 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Cowper - 1847 - 556 pages
...once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession I but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou... | |
 | 1848 - 592 pages
...once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession'! but the record fair, That memory ngel wa effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou... | |
 | Christopher Anderson - 1847 - 500 pages
...once we call'd the past'ral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Tliy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon - 1911 - 792 pages
...once we call'd the past'ral house our own. Short-liv'd possession ! but the record fair That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many...warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, 60 The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand,... | |
 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young - 1911 - 1196 pages
...there, 55 Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst...warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, 60 The biscuit, or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my cheek bestowed By thy own hand, till... | |
 | Edward Thomas - 1911 - 388 pages
...his servants tried to quiet his sorrow at her death by telling him she would return . . . recalls The nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid : The morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionery plum ; The fragrant waters... | |
 | Norman Hepple - 1911 - 306 pages
...once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou... | |
 | 1911 - 784 pages
...once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession! But the record fair That memory keeps, of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou... | |
 | Adolphus Alfred Jack - 1911 - 300 pages
...house our own.' school she stuffed his pockets with sweets, writes like this when he is afraid : — ' Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum.' Having to speak of many familiar and trivial subjects, the poets, by an instinct of self-protection,... | |
 | 1912 - 572 pages
...kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst...morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionery plum; The fragrant waters on my cheek bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone... | |
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