 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 396 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 Mends never to part ;... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 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... | |
 | Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1855 - 592 pàgines
...sweet 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 young...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1855 - 406 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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 pàgines
...dear home ! Bernard BarUm. 1 flew to the pleasant fields travers'd 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 eorn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-eup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Honor - 1856 - 94 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...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,... | |
 | Charles Godfrey Leland - 1856 - 296 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 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, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Honor, Thomas Campbell - 1856 - 108 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...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,... | |
 | Peter Parley (pseud.), Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1856 - 408 pàgines
...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 goats 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... 
