 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 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 thy voice, fair child ; He may not come to thce ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | 1838 - 302 str.
...brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright, Across the sunbeam's track ; The flowers run wild—the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree— Our vine...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... | |
 | Henry Butter - 1839 - 190 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...garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load;— L He would not hear thy voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1839 - 302 str.
...Oh ! call my brother back. " 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 my voice, fair child! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 360 str.
...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 thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee ; The face that once like Spring-time... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 92 str.
...to chase its flight, Oh ! call my brother back ! 39 " 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 thy voice, fair child ; He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 618 str.
...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 thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee ; The face that once like Spring-time... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 str.
...flight— Oh ! call my brother back ! " 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 my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1842 - 350 str.
...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 thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee ; The face that once like Spring-time... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1842 - 352 str.
...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 thy voice, fair child, He may not come to thee ; The face that once like Spring-time... | |
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OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee ; Where is my brother gone... 
