 | 1817 - 254 стор.
...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 when...withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 стор.
...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 when...withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance... | |
 | 1817 - 696 стор.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 418 стор.
...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 when...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 - 492 стор.
...In the time of my 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...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... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 стор.
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1817 - 738 стор.
...in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alnne, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale...bright by the calm Bendemeer ? « No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a... | |
 | 1817 - 506 стор.
...In the time of my 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...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 when...? 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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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 of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? 
