 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страница
...and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hew it down! Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies. When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy, Here, too, my sisters... | |
 | George Pope Morris - 1838 - 96 страница
...renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! .19 When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters... | |
 | George Pope Morris - 1838 - 106 страница
...renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! 39 When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters... | |
 | George Pope Morris - 1839 - 168 страница
...renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played.... | |
 | William Huffington - 1839 - 500 страница
...and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke? Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played.... | |
 | 1841 - 376 страница
...renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played.... | |
 | George Pope Morris - 1843 - 192 страница
...forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters play'd. My mother kiss'd me here ; My father press'd my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let... | |
 | 1837 - 400 страница
...forbear thy stroke ; Cut not its earth-bound lief ; O, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters play'd. My mother kiss'd me here ; My father press'd my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 372 страница
...forbear thy stroke* Cut not its earth-bound ties, Oh ! spare the aged oak Now towering to the skies. 3. When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade, In all their gushing joy There too my sisters played ; My mother kissed me here^— My father pressed my hand,— ' Forgive... | |
 | George Kingsley - 1847 - 212 страница
...stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties: 0, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When bat an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy, Here, too, my sisters play'J. My mother kiss'd me here; My father press'd my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let... | |
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Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke!... 
