 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 906 pages
...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 to sit and ponder o'er How we should deck our humble bower ; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of... | |
 | Oliver Bell Bunce - Women in literature - 1883 - 332 pages
...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 to sit and ponder o'er How we should deck our humble bower ; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of... | |
 | Love poetry - 1893 - 262 pages
...Fancy in her heaven flies free, The}1 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 How we should deck our humble bower ; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1080 pages
...in her heaven Hies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. Oh, when more thought we gave As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle fro • How we should deck our humble bower I 'Twas sweet to pull in hope with thee The golden fruit of... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1903 - 888 pages
...in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. Oh, when more thought we gave a of Fortune's tree ; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for these locks of thine — A... | |
 | English poetry - 1904 - 542 pages
...How we should deck our humble bower-; 'T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of fortune's tree; And sweeter still to choose and twine A garland for that brow of thine, — A song-wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods grow green.... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland - History - 1872 - 718 pages
...Fancy in her heaven flies free, They come, my love, they come from then. O, when more thought we gave, of old, To silver, than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet to sit and ponder o'er How we should deck our humble bower; 'Twas sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of Fortune's... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1880 - 1106 pages
...How we should deck our humble bower ; 'T was sweet to pull, in hope, with thee, The golden fruit of andered through greenwoods all day long, a mighty heart of joy ! I ' that brow of thine, — A song- wreath which may grace my Jean, While rivers flow, and woods grow green.... | |
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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. 
