 | 1837 - 634 páginas
...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 ! He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1882 - 224 páginas
...garden tree.; Our vine is dropping with its load — O call him back to me !' 1 He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee, The face that once, like spring time, smil'd On earth no more thou'lt see. ' The rose's brief, bright light of joy, Such unto... | |
 | 1828 - 244 páginas
...Oh! call my bi ul I'ir back ! The flowe'rs run wild — The flowers we sow'd, Around our gmden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him back to me ? * He would not hear thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee, The face that once like spring time... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 páginas
...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...that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thon'lt aee. "A ruse's hrief, hright life of joy, Such outo him was giv'n ; — Uo ! thou must play... | |
 | 1829 - 306 páginas
...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... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1829 - 312 páginas
...call my brother back ! Ill, "The flowers run wild — the flowers 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 child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1831 - 786 páginas
...care not now to chase its flight— Oh ! call my brother back. The 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 voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 páginas
...now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild, — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1833 - 270 páginas
...care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The 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 my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face... | |
 | 1834 - 766 páginas
...not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! "The flowers run wild— the flowers wo sowed Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load— Oh! call him back to me!" '' He would not hear thy voice, fair child! He may not come to thee „ The face that once like spring-time... | |
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He would not hear thy voice, fair child — He may not come to thee ! The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see. A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go, thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother... 
