...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...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...

...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...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...

...my stock of infant 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 my nurs'ry floor ; I And where the gard'ner, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,...

...Till, all my stock of infant 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...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...

...Till, all my stock of infant 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...is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery fioor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...

...stock of infant 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, Eobin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,...

...wealth, or in intelligence may be the successive occupants of the same residence, he sadly exclaims, " 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...

...described, and by the record of it in those inimitable verses of the son on receiving her picture. " Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Itobin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,...

...generation. JHB THE Companion, PART XLIV. VOL. VIII.] _ [AuousT, 18BO. THE TWO GUARDIANS. CHAPTER III. " Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine ' may tread ' my nursery floor." COWPER. THE way of life at Fern Torr parsonage was so quiet as to...

...quick return ; What ardently I wished I long believed, And, disappointed still — was still deceived. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children — not thine — have trod my "nursery floor. 'Tis now become a history, little known, That once we called the pastoral house our...