...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...

...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...bauble coach, and -wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, ' Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the past'ral house our own....

...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...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known,' That once we call'd the past'ral house our own....

...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...

...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...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own....

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way ; Delighted with ray bauble coach,...

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. 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 school along the public way; Delighted...

...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...gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the publick way. Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis...

...in the following Angularly beautiful and pathetic compufition on the portrait of his mother : — « 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 school along the public way ; Delighted...