 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 страници
...Fancy 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...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,... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 страници
...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...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,... | |
 | J. H. - 1867 - 860 страници
...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 to sit and ponder o'er How we should deck our humble bower ; Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of Fortune's... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 страници
...in her heaven flies free, — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thonght we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things shonld deck onr hnmble bower ! 'Twas sweet to pnll, in hope, with thee The golden frnit from fortnne's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 страници
...o'er How we should deck our humble bower: 'Twas Bweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of Fortune's tree; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for that brovr of thine: A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods grow green.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 страници
...How we should deck our humble bower ; T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of ed out From the gold bar that brow of thine, — A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods grow green.... | |
 | 1872 - 188 страници
...gave, of old. To silver, than some jrive to jrold, • OO * 'Twas sweet to sit and ponder o'er How we should deck our humble bower; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of Fortune's tree; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for that brow of thine, A song-wreath... | |
 | 1872 - 184 страници
...Fancy 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 How we should deck our humble bower; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of Fortune's... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1873 - 448 страници
...they come from thee. Oh, 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...and twine A garland for these locks of thine — A song- wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers How and woods are green. At times there come, as... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 страници
...fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from the Oh, when more thought we gave heir country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's...finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a theo The golden frnit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for these... | |
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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. 
