 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 pages
...them, too, we seek no change ; and, least of all, such change as they would bring us. THE BUCKET. I. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood ! When fond recollection presents them to view ; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildt wood, And every loved spot which my... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 pages
...ment made her A CHILDLESS WIDOW. EXERCISE 54. The Bticket. — A Cold-Water Song. — WOODWORTH, 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! When fond recollection presents them to view ; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 pages
...ment made her A CHILDLESS WIDOW. EXERCISE 54. The Bucket. — A Cold- Water Song. — WOODWORTH. 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! When fond recollection presents them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy... | |
 | James Stanley Grimes - 1839 - 346 pages
...has it large, uses many nouns. The " Iron bound bucket," by Woodworth, is a beautiful illustration. " How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view, The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 pages
...WOODWOETH. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew_; THE BUCKET. 57 The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, The... | |
 | John Marsh - 1841 - 120 pages
...speed, speed, temperance 7 SONG. THE BUCKET WHICH HUNG ON THE WELL. HOW dear to my heart are the days of my childhood, When fond recollection presents to...my view The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, i And ev'ry lov'd spot which my infancy knew ; [it ; The wide spreading pond, and the mill... | |
 | John Marsh - 1841 - 120 pages
...power ! r SONG. THE BUCKET WHICH HUNG ON THE WELL. HOW dear to my heart are the days of my child' hood, When fond recollection presents to my view The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, And ev'ry lov'd spot which my infancy knew ; [it ; The wide spreading pond, and the mill... | |
 | George Merriam - 1841 - 308 pages
...Bucket. \. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, 'and the... | |
 | Denison Olmsted - 1842 - 260 pages
...delightful to see the well-known places of my earliest days. These lines often occurred to me— ' How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood When fond recollection presents them to view !' I went to my father's house, and wandered all over the woods I used to play in, and... | |
 | 1843 - 184 pages
...gain, No more shall kow onward vex thee ; — Duty done, life's path is plain. THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy... | |
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The Old Oaken Bucket How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! 
