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" When words come down like dews unsought With gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. "
The Spirit of the English Magazines - Page 479
1825
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Blackwood's Magazine

1825
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas sweet...to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our bumble bower! 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's treej An<J sweeter...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 17

Scotland - 1825
...ponder o'er Wliat things should deck our humble bower ! 'Tvvas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, Tne golden fruit from Fortune's tree; And sweeter still...and twine A garland for these locks of thine— A song- wreath which may grace my JEAN, While rivers flow and woods are green. At times there come, as...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 17

England - 1825
...pondīr o'er What things should deck our bumble bower ! 'Twas en-cet to pull, in hope, with thee, Tue golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for thčse locks of thine — A song-wreath which may grace my JEAN, While rivers flow and wood) are green....
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The Ant, publ. during 1826 and 1827, Volume 2

Ant The - 1827
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. ( ), when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; 'Twas sweet...things should deck our humble bower! 'Twas sweet to poll, in hope, with thee The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; ' And sweeter still to choose and twine...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829
...love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, T was sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humble bower ! T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829
...love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'T was sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humble bower ! 'T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 360 pages
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; Twas sweet...And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for those locks of thine — A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow and woods are green....
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...in her heaven flies free, — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet...to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our humhle bower ! 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit from fortune's tree ; And...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840
...fancy in her heaven flies free, They come, my love, they come from thee. Oh, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet...garland for these locks of thine ; A song-wreath which might grace my Jean, While rivers flow and woods are green. At times there come, as come there ought,...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 1841 - 344 pages
...in her heaven, flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas sweet...And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for those locks of thine— A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods are green....
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