 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 páginas
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march when my bosom was young...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 páginas
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was...I heard my own mountain.goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcom'd me hack. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats hleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 páginas
...fathers, that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning mareh when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 322 páginas
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back, 4. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. 5. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 510 páginas
...on the wmy To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft. And knew the sweet strain that the com-reapen •ung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 páginas
...on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 páginas
...To the home of my father's, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so soft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 páginas
...on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the eora-reapera sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | 1843 - 184 páginas
...on my way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young : I heard my own mountain-goat bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we... | |
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Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet... 
