 | William Beattie - 1849 - 520 страница
...sweet way f To the house of my fathers that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields travelled so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reaper sung. Then pledged we... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 страница
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. 4. 1 flew to the pleasant fields traversed so 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. 5. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | William Beattie - 1850 - 576 страница
...sweet wayf To the house of my fathers that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields travelled so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard mv own mountain goats bleating aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reaper sung. Then pledged... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 страница
...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 beard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 страница
...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 strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 страница
...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. J flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so 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. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | N. Leitch - 1851 - 234 страница
...on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant field, traversed so 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. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 страница
...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...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 568 страница
...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...I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 страница
...the way To the home of my fathers , that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant f,elds , 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 strain that the comreapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From... | |
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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... 
