Goldsmith, Oliver, 1728-1774 · Hildesheimer and Faulkner · leaf 12
Sweet Auburn, parent of the blissful hour!Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrants power.Here, as I take my solitary rounds,Amidst thy tangling- walks, and ruined grounds,And, many a year elapsed, return to viewWhere once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew,Remembrance wakes with all her busy…
Irish poetry -- 19th century · Etchings -- English
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