 | 1825 - 806 páginas
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas sweet...to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our bumble bower! 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's treej An<J sweeter... | |
 | 1825 - 810 páginas
...ponder o'er Wliat things should deck our humble bower ! 'Tvvas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, Tne golden fruit from Fortune's tree; And sweeter still...and twine A garland for these locks of thine— A song- wreath which may grace my JEAN, While rivers flow and woods are green. At times there come, as... | |
 | 1825 - 848 páginas
...pondïr o'er What things should deck our bumble bower ! 'Twas en-cet to pull, in hope, with thee, Tue golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for thèse locks of thine — A song-wreath which may grace my JEAN, While rivers flow and wood) are green.... | |
 | Ant The - 1827 - 366 páginas
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. ( ), when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; 'Twas sweet...things should deck our humble bower! 'Twas sweet to poll, in hope, with thee The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; ' And sweeter still to choose and twine... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 páginas
...love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, T was sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humble bower ! T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 páginas
...love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'T was sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humble bower ! 'T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 páginas
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; Twas sweet...And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for those locks of thine — A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow and woods are green.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...in her heaven flies free, — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet...to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humhle bower ! 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from fortune's tree ; And... | |
 | 1840 - 368 páginas
...fancy in her heaven flies free, They come, my love, they come from thee. Oh, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet...garland for these locks of thine ; A song-wreath which might grace my Jean, While rivers flow and woods are green. At times there come, as come there ought,... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 páginas
...in her heaven, flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas sweet...And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for those locks of thine— A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods are green.... | |
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When words come down like dews unsought With gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. 
