 Oh! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh! call my brother back. " The...  The Royal Lady's Magazine - Side 781834Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1837 - 634 sider
...is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowYi Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — • Oh ! call him back to me... | |
 | 1882 - 224 sider
...butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — O call my brother back ! ' The flowers run wild, the flowers we sowed Around oar garden tree.; Our vine is dropping with its load — O call him back to me !' 1 He would not hear... | |
 | 1828 - 514 sider
...not now to chase its flightOb ! call my brother back ! The flowers run wild — the flowers wo aow'd Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him hark to me ! He would not hear thy voice, fair child, He may not come to lhee, The face that once like... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 sider
...is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight, — Oh ! call my brother back...Around our garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with Us load — Oh! call him back to me!" " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1829 - 312 sider
...Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! Ill, "The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around...drooping with its load — Oh! call him back to me!" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1829 - 306 sider
...not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! in. " The flowers run wild — the flower we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me !" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair cliild ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 sider
...chase its flight,— Ohl call my hrother hack ! The flowers ron wild — the flowers we sowed Aroond our garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him hack to me'." " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once... | |
 | 1834 - 582 sider
...Where is my brother gone. The butterfly is glancing bright Across the summer's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back...the flowers we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our Tine is drooping with its load— Oh 1 call him back to me ! He would riot hear thy voice, fair child.... | |
 | 1831 - 786 sider
...is my brother gone 1 The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight— Oh ! call my brother back....flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me ! He would not hear my... | |
 | 1833 - 270 sider
...Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back....flowers run wild,— ?the flowers we sowed. Around our garden -tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh 1 call him back to me. " He would not hear... | |
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