 | 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed to hear The one loved name. No, — that hallowed form is ne'er forgot Which first love traced; Still...lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. 'Twas odor fled As soon as shed ; 'Twas morning's winged dream; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine... | |
 | 1918 - عدد الصفحات: 2030
...soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed to hear The one loved name. No, — that hallowed form is ne'er forgot Which first love traced; Still...lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. 'Twas odor fled As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's winge'd dream; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine... | |
 | 1927 - عدد الصفحات: 490
...soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed to hear The one loved name. No — that hallowed form is ne'er forgot Which first love traced; Still...lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed; Twas morning's winge'd dream; Twas a light that ne'er can shine again... | |
 | Theocritus Junior - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 281
...come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream. " 0 that fairy form is ne'er forgot, Which first love...lingering, haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste: 'Twas odor fled as soon as shed, Our American song writer, Morris, closes a charming song on the dream... | |
 | John Davey - 2007 - عدد الصفحات: 405
...love's young dream: No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. No, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot Which first love traced; Still...lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. Twas odour fled As soon as shed; Twas morning's winged dream; Twas a light, that ne'er can shine again... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 1106
...ear His soul-felt flame, And at every close she blushed to hear The one loved name ! 0, that hallowed ee. When strength and comfort languish, And I must...depart, Release me then from anguish, By thine own w ! 'T was odor fled As soon as shed ; 'T was morning's winged dream ; 'T was a light that ne'er can... | |
 | 1860 - عدد الصفحات: 132
...sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed tft hen O, that haliowed form is ne'er forgot, Which first love traced ; Still...lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ! 'Twas odor fled as soon as shed ; 'Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine... | |
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He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And at every close she blushed to hear The one loved name. 
