 | 1829 - 440 страници
...The engaging liveliness and simplicity of this little strain have made it very popular. THE BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood...The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew ; The wide spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,... | |
 | Samuel Woodworth - 1830 - 316 страници
...farmers are blest. I SilC iiutUct. Air—The Flower of Dumblane How dear to this heart are the scones of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the... | |
 | Samuel Woodworth - 1831 - 296 страници
...soil, and fed by our toil, American farmers are blest. Œïie Bucïtet* Air—The Flower of Dumblane How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! The wide-spreading pond, and the... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 страници
...catastrophe which in a rooEXERCISE 54. The Bucket.—9. Cold^Water Song.—WOODWORTH. 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! When fond recollection...to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild-wood. And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood... | |
 | Cornelius Soule Cartée - 1833 - 246 страници
...hear that little Voice,Could I, as in days of old, At a sound rejoice ! THE BUCKET. WRITTEN BY SAMUEL WOODWORTH. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view— The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which... | |
 | 1834 - 402 страници
...southern main Bend to God thy melting knee, Mingle with the wave again! r SAMUEL WOODWORTH. THE BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,... | |
 | Lyman Cobb - 1835 - 528 страници
...enduring as the blessings we owe to their exertions. LESSON CLXXX. The Bucket.—Samuel Woodworth. 1. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1835 - 320 страници
...Bucket.—A Cold-Water Song.—WOODWORTH. 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! ^hen fond recollection presents them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood... | |
 | Abner Kneeland - 1836 - 154 страници
...And all their arts are unavailing, To arms, to arms, &c. < 169.—Air.—Jessie of Dunblane. 1 Yes ! dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view— The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And ev'ry loved spot which... | |
 | 1838 - 332 страници
...from the embracing sky, On all the peaceful world the smile of heaven shall lie. THE BUCKET. BRYANT. When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, And every loved spot... | |
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Woodworth. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the 
