 Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launched My tiny boat, with my young playmates round When school was o'er, is dearer far to me Than all these bold, broad waters. To my eye They are as strangers. And those little trees My mother...  Zinzendorff and Other Poems - Page 245by Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1835 - 300 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1832 - 618 pages
...tiny boat with all the sportive boys, When school was o'er, is clearer far to me Than all those deep broad waters. To my eye They are as strangers. And those little trees NAPOLEON IN EXILE. HE stood upon the rock-built brow, A prisoner, and alone; The glassy ocean, stretch'd... | |
 | Lyman Cobb - Readers - 1834 - 238 pages
...the brook, That by our door went singing, when I launched My tiny boat with all the sportive boys, When school was o'er, is dearer far to me Than all these deep broad waters. To my eye They are as strangers. And those little trees My mother planted in the... | |
 | 1835 - 430 pages
...the brook. That by our door went singing, when I launched My tiny boot with all (he sportive boys, e Lord saved Israel that day out of the bands of the Egy deep broad waters. To my eye They are as strangers. And those little trees My mother planted in the... | |
 | 1837 - 860 pages
...tiny boat, with all the sportive boyi, When school was o'er, is dearer far to me Than all those deep broad waters. To my eye They are as strangers. And those little trees My mother planted in the garden-bound Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Fell in its ripening... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 328 pages
...that, Was but a creeping stream." " Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launch'd My tiny boat, with my young playmates round When school...are as strangers. And those little trees My mother nurtured in the garden bound Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Hung in its ripening... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - American poetry - 1857 - 348 pages
...that. Was but a creeping stream." « Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launch'd My tiny boat, with my young playmates round When school...little trees My mother nurtur'd in the garden bound, 6 Of our first home, from whence the fragrant pcacli Hung in its ripening gold, were fairer, sure,... | |
 | George Merriam - Reader (Elementary) - 1841 - 308 pages
...Was but a creeping stream." 3. " Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launched My tiny boat, with my young playmates round, When...are as strangers. And those little trees My mother nurtured in the garden bound, Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Hung in its ripening... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launeh'd My tiny boat, with my young plavmates round When school was o'er, is dearer far to me Than...eye They are as strangers. And those little trees Mv mother nurtured in the garden bound Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Hung in its... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 280 pages
...that, Was but a creeping stream." " Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launch'd My tiny boat, with my young playmates round When school...are as strangers. And those little trees My mother nurtured in the garden bound Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Hung in its ripening... | |
 | Charles William Everest - American literature - 1844 - 480 pages
...that, Was but a creeping stream." " Father, the brook That by our door went singing, where I launched My tiny boat, with my young playmates round, When...are as strangers. And those little trees My mother nurtured in the garden hound, Of our first home, from whence the fragrant peach Hung in its ripening... | |
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