 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 pàgines
...the way, To the house 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. They pledged me the wine cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Quaver - 1844 - 552 pàgines
...sweet way To the house of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom wa.s young ; I heard my own mountain -goats bleating aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we... | |
 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 pàgines
...the way To the home of my fathere, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed BO 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 lung. Then pledged we... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...on the way To the home of my fathers, that weleomed 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 - 1846 - 332 pàgines
...on 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... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - 184 pàgines
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, travers'd 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 pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | 1847 - 906 pàgines
...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 corn-reapers sung. fhen pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | 1849 - 396 pàgines
...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 I knew the sweet strain that the cornreapers sung. " Then pledged wo the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 pàgines
...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, Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part:... | |
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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... 
