| 1837 - 634 str.
...now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowYi Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — • Oh ! call him back to me ! He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time... | |
| 1828 - 244 str.
...Oh! call my bi ul I'ir back ! The flowe'rs run wild — The flowers we sow'd, Around our gmden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him back to me ? * He would not hear thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee, The face that once like spring... | |
| 1829 - 306 str.
...call my brother back ! in. " The flowers run wild — the flower we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me !" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair cliild ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like... | |
| Priscilla Maden Watts - 1829 - 312 str.
...call my brother back ! Ill, "The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh! call him back to me!" IV. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
| 1831 - 786 str.
...bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight— Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around...drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me ! He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
| 1833 - 270 str.
...bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild,— ?the flowers we sowed. Around...-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh 1 call him back to me. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face... | |
| Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 str.
...now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild, — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me. " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
| 1834 - 766 str.
...not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! "The flowers run wild— the flowers wo sowed Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load— Oh! call him back to me!" '' He would not hear thy voice, fair child! He may not come to thee „ The face that once like spring-time... | |
| 1834 - 402 str.
...Oh ! call my brother hack ! "The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around our garden-tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me '." " He would not hear thy voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
| John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 str.
...bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh call my brother back ! The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowed Around...is drooping with its load— Oh call him back to me !" " He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
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