 In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time. When hearts were fresh and young When...  The Eclectic Review - Pagina 293geredigeerd door - 1848Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1854 - 606 pagina’s
...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | 1854 - 608 pagina’s
...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | 1854 - 356 pagina’s
...the gloamin' o' the wud The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wud, The burn sung to the trees, And we, with Nature's heart in tune,...knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 pagina’s
...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silantness o' joy, till baith Wi' vera gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 pagina’s
...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat I' the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1856 - 336 pagina’s
...heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamiu o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the bum, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye,... | |
 | 1857 - 514 pagina’s
...our feet, I And In the gloamin' o' the wood, i The throssil whussllt sweet ; Tlie throsMl whnsslit In the wood. The burn sang to the trees. And we with...knowe abune the burn. For hours thegither sat In the sllentness o' joy, till balth Wl' very gladness grat Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, 'Tears trlnkled... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 366 pagina’s
...the gloamin' o' the wud The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil whusslit in the wud, The burn sung to the trees, And we, with Nature's heart in tune,...harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn For hours thegithcr sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pagina’s
...simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloarnin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to...knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the eilentness o' joy, till bailh Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pagina’s
...burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit in the wood, The liurn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune. Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowc abtme the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silent ness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness... | |
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