 The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be 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 their shadows ower...  The Kinnears [by H. Keddie]. - Стр. 42авторы: Henrietta Keddie - 1852Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1837 - Страниц: 1322
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The tbochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1833 - Страниц: 666
...Through mony a weary way: But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire ihat's blawn on Beltane e'en. May weel be black gin Yule; But 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... | |
 | 1837 - Страниц: 624
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' byganc years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - Страниц: 606
...many a weary day, But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blown on Beltane e'en May weel be black 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 their shadows... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - Страниц: 908
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ; £ The fire that 's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin yule...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows ciile. " О dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o1 by gane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be 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 their shadows... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - Страниц: 228
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The lave o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Страниц: 540
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be 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 their shadows... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1847 - Страниц: 338
...wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...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... | |
 | 1847 - Страниц: 796
...wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane...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... | |
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