 | Henry Twells - 1862 - 262 pagina’s
...and hear the birds' song. That garden of roses I ne'er can forget; But oft when alone in the spring of the year, I think — "Is the nightingale singing...there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendamere ? " No! the roses soon wither' d that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - 580 pagina’s
...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 ? * Musnuds are cushioned scats reserved for persons of distinction. t The Persians, like the ancient... | |
 | Shirley Hibberd - 1864 - 310 pagina’s
...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 ? " Having indulged a spirit of discursiveness so far, let us wind up this part of the subject with... | |
 | James Shirley Hibberd - 1864 - 326 pagina’s
...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 ? " Having indulged a spirit of discursiveness so far, let us wind up this part of the subject with... | |
 | 1865 - 426 pagina’s
...In the time of my childhood 't was 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...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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 pagina’s
...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...while freshly they shone, and a dew was distilled from the flowers, that gave all the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight,... | |
 | 1866 - 584 pagina’s
...prime by some mysterious art which gives it fresh and lasting life. " The rosee soon withered that hnng o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone; And a dew was distilled from the flowers that gave All the fragrance of «immer when summer was (tone." Thus the sweet but evanescent... | |
 | 1866 - 522 pagina’s
...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 alone, in the bloom of the year, 1 think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEEH?... | |
 | Severn river - 1867 - 458 pagina’s
...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,...gathered, while freshly they shone, And a dew was distiUed from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of Summer, when Summer was gone. Thus memory... | |
 | Percival Frost - 1867 - 236 pagina’s
...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,...? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? Xo : the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave ; But some blossoms were gathered while freshly... | |
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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? 
