 | 1856 - 754 страница
...on the way To the home of my fathers that welcom'd 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, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 страница
...on the way To the home of my father, 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 strains that the corn reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 страница
...the way To the house of my fathers, that welcomed me back, I flew to the pleasant fields, travers'd 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 - 1857 - 800 страница
...fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning inarch, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And know the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 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... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 322 страница
...traversed so oft Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track, 'Tvvas in autumn, and sunshine arose on the way In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strains that the corn-reapers eung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I sTvore... | |
 | 1858 - 520 страница
...soul a fairy land in which he can always find peace and repose. "IBew 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-reaper sang." This is not the... | |
 | James Ballantine - 1859 - 634 страница
...beautiful words of the poet in the Soldier's Dream: — " I flew to the pIciiKnnt 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 strains which the com reapers sung." (Loud cheers.)... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 218 страница
...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...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... | |
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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... 
