 | 1833 - 666 pagina’s
...blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first iond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jennie Morrison, The ihochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my...sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The bhthe bCnks o' langsyne. Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time... | |
 | 1837 - 1322 pagina’s
...fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The tbochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my...blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick 1 pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. " 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel,... | |
 | 1837 - 624 pagina’s
...awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' byganc years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And...blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick 1 pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' lungsyne. " 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither wcel,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 pagina’s
...gin yule ; But blacker fa" awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cute. " Oh, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' lang sine. " 'Twas then we luvit ilk other weel, Twas then we twa did part, Sweet time— sad time... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and nick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 pagina’s
...Still fling their shadows ower my path, 184 MODERN POETRY. They blind my een wi' »nul, nut temri, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blitbe blinks o' lang syne." " 'T was then we luved ilk ither weel "Г was then we twa did part ; Sweet... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 238 pagina’s
...black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond lave grows cnle. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks <>' langsyne. 'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'T was then we twa did part ; Sweet time, sad time... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and aick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 pagina’s
...black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...shadows ower my path, And blind my een, wi' tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'T was then we luvit... | |
 | 1847 - 796 pagina’s
...black gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling...blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part ; Sweet time — sad time ! twa bairns at scule, 'Twas then we sat... | |
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But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi... 
