 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 414 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew was distilPd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory... | |
 | 1817 - 254 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...bright by the calm BENDEMEER ? No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a... | |
 | 1817 - 696 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses, and hear the bird's soiic. That bower and it's music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No: the roses soon witber'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, Tosit in the io«es and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Sendemeerf No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er th« wave, But some blussoms were gather'd, while... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 418 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENOEMEER ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 sider
...sweet - - • • * * dream, To sit in '.he roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music 1 never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of...there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Ben,' demeer ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er th« wave, But some blossoms were galher'd,... | |
 | 1817 - 506 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream Tojiit in the roses and hear the bird's SODIT. That bower and its music I never forget : But oft when alone in the bloom...the year I think. -is the nightingale singing there vet ; Are the roses still bright by the calm iiendemeer ? No—the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 sider
...the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, &c. But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think—is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm UK.NDEMF.KII? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,... | |
 | 1818 - 590 sider
...childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom...? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER ? ' p. 58-63. This pensive strain is quickly broken off by a troop of dancing nymphs, whose graceful... | |
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There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S ' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft... 
