 | Thomas Campbell - 1803 - 162 страница
...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 From my home and my weeping friends... | |
 | 1904 - 518 страница
...aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the cup, and fondly we swore, From my home, and my weeping friends never to part; My liltle ones miss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart! Stay... | |
 | 1805 - 590 страница
...flew to the pleasant fields, travers'd so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young j " heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. ,(3CMU IkilGV Then pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends... | |
 | 1804 - 450 страница
...aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn- reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly we swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; •My little one. kiss'd me a thousand timei o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart. Stay ! stay... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 страница
...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,...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 страница
...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,...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 страница
...fields, travers'd so oft In life'smorning 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, From my home, and my weeping friends never to part; My... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1814 - 274 страница
...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, * j From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 378 страница
...wife sobb'd aloud, in the fulness of heart— ' Stay, stay with us, rest—thou art weary and worn!' From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay; But sorrow return'd with... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страница
...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,...the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My... | |
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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... 
