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" I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since... "
The Poems and Songs of Robert Tannahill - xxxiii. oldal
szerző: Robert Tannahill - 1874 - 275 oldal
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The American Monthly Magazine, 3. kötet

1837 - 1322 oldal
...I've wandered west, I've borne a weary lot; Bat in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...its way; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen...

Atkinson's Casket, 8. kötet

1833 - 666 oldal
...I've wander'd west, I've borne a weary lot; But in my wand'rings, far or near. Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way; And channels deeper as it ring, The luve o* life s young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered yaung, I've...

Notes of a wanderer, in search of health, through Italy, Egypt ..., 1. kötet

William Fullerton Cumming - 1839 - 838 oldal
...I've wandered west, I've borne a weary lot ; Bat in my wanderings far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...deeper as it rins, The luve of life's young day." Scotland, I have seen loftier hills, and wider valleys, and mightier rivers, than thou can'st boast...

Poems, Narrative and Lyrical

William Motherwell - 1844 - 232 oldal
...'ve wandered west, I Ve borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot, The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, 1 've never seen your...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 11. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 oldal
...I've wandered west, I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings far and near Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way, And channels deeper as it runs The luve cf life's young day. "O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've...

Stanhope

Joseph Middleton (barrister.) - 1845 - 276 oldal
...consolation and support. She is, in short, " my very life of life ! " And oh, how deeply do I feel — " The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The love o' life's young day." CHAPTER XXII. ON arriving at the chateau of Monsieur Vernet, we found Napoleon...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...weary lot ; But in my wand'rings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frac this heart Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sinder'd young, I've never seen your...

The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio

Henry Clapp - 1846 - 238 oldal
...I've wandered west, I've born a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were siudered young, I've never seen your...

The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio

Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 oldal
...I've wandered west, I've born a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still...travels on its way; And channels deeper as it rins, O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 oldal
...weary lot ; But in my wand'rings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst free this heart Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sinder'd young, I've never seen your...




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