 | Charles John Smith - 1893 - 796 pages
...choice, nor even with these must we ramble too long." — BoLlKQBROKE, On t he Study of History. " Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see. My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns te thee, Still to my brother turns with pain. And drugs at each remore a lengthening chain." OOLDSXITH.... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1896 - 462 pages
...first far from happy. TO MRS D ux r. o P, AT MR DUNLOP'S, HADDINOTON. ELLISLASD. 13th [14IA] /v« 1788. Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to theo ; Still to my friend it turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.... | |
 | Robert Burns, Frances Anna Wallace Dunlop - 1898 - 488 pages
...the tower of the Isle. Ad. Mrs. DUNLOP, at Mr. Dunlop's, Haddington. ELLISLAND, i$tA (\^th)June 1788. Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my friend it turns will) ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. —... | |
 | Ellye Howell Glover - 1912 - 318 pages
...but little here below, Nor wants that little long. — GOLDSMITH. The Preparation — Our Alma Mater: Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee. The Beginning — The graduates: Nature, a mother kind alike to all, Still grants her bliss at labor's... | |
 | G. S. Rousseau - 1995 - 420 pages
...correspondent happiness of expression. Thus the Author addresses his brother, to whom the poem is inscribed : Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove, a lengthening chain. It is... | |
 | Robert Burns - 2004 - 456 pages
...to manage the farm, and "pen a stanza" during his hours of leisure.] _Ellisland, 13th June, 1788._ "Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee; Still to my _friend_ it turns with ceaseless pain, and drags at each remove a lengthening chain." GOLDSMITH.... | |
 | 1825 - 642 pages
...England faded from my view, I could with truth address it in the language of Goldsmith's Traveller : Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; ' Still ever homeward turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthen'd chain. LINES,... | |
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Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my friend it turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthen'd chain. 
