 | Mme. Charlotte Fiske (Bates) Rogé - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...waters croon ? simmer leaves hung o'er our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil...silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trickle down your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had... | |
 | 1833 - 666 էջ
...croon? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil...trinkled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet none Had ony power to sprnk! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When... | |
 | 1837 - 1322 էջ
...simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wgod, The throssil whusslit sweet ; " The throssil whusslit...trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonics ; And on the knowe abune the bum, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till... | |
 | 1833 - 488 էջ
...in the wood, The. burn tang to the tree*, And we, with nature's heart in tone, Concerted harmonic*; And on the knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat, In the riUntnttt o' joy— till ioilA Wi' very gladnea grot." What think ye of that as a picture, gentle reader?... | |
 | 1833 - 522 էջ
...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamino' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, 'Twas then we twa did part ; The burn sang to the trees, ' ne! twa bairns at scule, And we with Nature's... | |
 | 1837 - 624 էջ
...croon 1 The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; " The throssil...burn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart tn tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1844 - 232 էջ
...burn, sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowc abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness...gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinlded doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak ! That was a time,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 604 էջ
...wood The throssil whusslet sweet; " The throssil whusslet in the woods, The burn sang to the Irees, And we with nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies...knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat, In the silentless o' joy, till baith Wi' every gladness grat. " Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trickled... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 էջ
...our heads, The flowers burst round OUT feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood, The throssil whnsslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn...heart in tune, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abnne the barn, For hours thegither sat la the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 էջ
...croon ! The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The bum sang to the trees, And we with nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune... | |
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The burn sang to the trees, And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi 
