...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...

...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...

...infancy, which he 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...

...divinity, was chaplain to King George the Second, and resided at his Rectory of Great Berkhamstead, in Hertfordshire, the scene of the Poet's infancy, which...commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic tomposition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...

...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...

...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...

...divinity, was chaplain to King George the Second, and resided at his Rectory of Great Berkhamstead, in Hertfordshire, the scene of the Poet's infancy, which he has thus commemorated in a singular beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our...

...divinity, was Chaplain to King George the second, and resided at his rectory of Great Berkhamstead, in Hertfordshire, the scene of the poet's infancy, which...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...

...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...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,...

...commemorated the fcene of his infancy, in the following Angularly beautiful and pathetic compufition on the portrait of his mother : — « Where once...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...