 The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o" bygane years Still fling their shadows ower...  The Kinnears [by H. Keddie]. - Էջ 42Henrietta Keddie - 1852Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1837 - 1322 էջ
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The tbochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1833 - 666 էջ
...Through mony a weary way: But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire ihat's blawn on Beltane e'en. May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first iond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jennie Morrison, The ihochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1837 - 624 էջ
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' byganc years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 էջ
...many a weary day, But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blown on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin yule ; But blacker fa" awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cute. " Oh, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 էջ
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ; £ The fire that 's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin yule...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows ciile. " О dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o1 by gane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 էջ
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 էջ
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The lave o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 էջ
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1847 - 338 էջ
...wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1847 - 796 էջ
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
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