...all I saw ; And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. Oh, bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How...

...bright'ning to the last, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, His Heav'n commences ere the world be past. Here to return, and die at home at last. O, blest retirement ! friend to life's decline, GOLDSMITH* Retreat from care, which never can be mine, TRANSLATION. Inter tot curas, luctusque ubicunque...

...bare, whom horns and bounds pursue, Panls to the place from whence at first she flew, I still bad hope, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last." All the likenesses of the poet Thompson indicate, besides Inrge Ideality and perception, an unusual...

...skill, Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. Oh,...

...skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth...

...looked forward in his " Sweet Auburn" : — " And :i •; a hare whom honnds and horns pnrsne, PanU to the place from whence at first he flew, I still...past, Here to return — and die at home at last." Oliver Goldsmith might have been a better man, but it is impossible not to love him and to recognize...

...saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, 'ants to the place from whence at first be flew, still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. О blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

...Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And, as a hare when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— and die at home at last. O blest...

...crowd with awe ; And as great JOHNSON, whom great REYNOLDS drew, Points to the place whence with regret he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to hang high ar.d have a home at last. Johnson, Sir, that snffioeth ! If Ait is long, that is no reason...

...skill , Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And , as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline , Retreats from care , that never must be mine , How blest is he who crowns , in shades like these...