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" Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. "
The Journal of Education for Upper Canada - Page 38
1850
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The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume

George Crabbe - 1845 - 518 pages
...We love the play-place of our early day« ; The seen« is touching, and the bean ш stone That feels not at that sight — and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill ; The very паше we carved subsisting still ; The bench on which we sal while deep employ'd, Though mangled,...
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Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ...

Joseph Payne - 1845
...sight, and feels at none.1 The wall on which we tried our graving2 skill, The very name we carved2 subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employed, Though mangled, hacked,2 and hewed,2 not yet destroyed ; The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, Playing our games,...
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Elocution, Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ...

C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 384 pages
...play-place of our early days : The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at thai sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving sk;iJ. The very name we carvM subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd. Though...
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Wandering Thoughts, Or Solitary Hours

Philip Tocque - Newfoundland - 1846 - 387 pages
...We love the play-place of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carv'd subsisting still; The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Though mangl'd, hack'd, and...
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Poems, with a memoir of the author

William Cowper - 1847
...We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on...subsisting still; The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd The little ones, unhutton'd, glowing...
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The Churchman's companion

...deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days, The wall on which we tried our carving skill, The very name we carved subsisting still, The...mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed : The little ones unbuttoned, glowing hot, Playing our games and on the very spot As happy as we once to...
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Recollections of Rugby

Charles Henry Newmarch - Rugby football - 1848 - 180 pages
...reminiscences, which have long lain cH*. mant, are stirred up within us as we gaze upon \ u The wall whereon we tried our graving skill, The very name we carved subsisting still, (J The bench on which we sat while deep employed, Though mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed....
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper ...: Including the Copyright ...

William Cowper - English poetry - 1849 - 672 pages
...We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on...subsisting still, The bench on which we sat while deep-employ'd, Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy 'd : The little ones unbutton'd,...
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My old pupils, by the author of 'My schoolboy days'.

My old pupils - 1849 - 80 pages
...We love the play-place of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carv'd subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat, while deep employ'd, Though mangled, hack'd, and...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1850 - 514 pages
...playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at the sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried...still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employed, Tho' mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed ; The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, Playing...
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