 | 1854 - 576 էջ
...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...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My... | |
 | 1854 - 606 էջ
...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...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 էջ
...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...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine cup, and fondly I swore. From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My... | |
 | 1854 - 608 էջ
...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...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 508 էջ
...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...bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapera sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 396 էջ
...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 ;... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 էջ
...back.— I flew to the pleasant fields travers'd BO 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. young, ard i Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 էջ
...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...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 էջ
...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, From my home and my weeping friends... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1855 - 406 էջ
...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... | |
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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... 
