 | 1878 - 496 pages
...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 with my bawble-coach, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet- capp'd, 'Tis now become a history little... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon - English poetry - 1911 - 792 pages
...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...the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt 50 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | English poetry - 1911 - 784 pages
...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, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | Norman Hepple - English poetry - 1911 - 306 pages
...name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; 232 And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt 50 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | English poetry - 1912 - 572 pages
...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, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | Poetry - 1912 - 440 pages
...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 bawble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little... | |
 | William Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 pages
...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, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | James Alexander Roy - Poets, English - 1914 - 196 pages
...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, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener And subtler venom of the reptile crew, The Janus glance of whose significant eye, Learning t wrapped 50 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 854 pages
...dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener arigold. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrants' stroke; Care no more wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 51 'Tis now become a history little known, That... | |
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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, and wrapp'd... 
