 LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in...  The New Whig Guide - Seite 110von Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 240 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 Seiten
...chain wove : When my dream of life, from room till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam : But there's...nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past, — Tho' he win the wise, who frown'd... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 Seiten
...chain wove : When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam : But there's...nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past, — Tho' he win the wise, who frown'd... | |
 | 1813 - 458 Seiten
...chain wove : When my dream of life, from morn to night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam : But there's...nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream. <>h ! there's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may... | |
 | 1824 - 798 Seiten
...eye on the vision may dwell, Ere the gloom of reality ruin the spell ! A LOVERS THOUGHTS ON LOTE. " Oh ! there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream." — Moore. " О amour, amour, amour, amour ! Pauvre Polichinelle, quelle diable de fantaisie l'es-tu... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 Seiten
...wove ; When my dream of life, from morn 'till night, Was love, still love ! New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's...nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho.' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past; Tho' he win the wise, who frown'd before,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 Seiten
...chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love! New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's...young dream! Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life Though the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past; Though he win the wise, who frown'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 Seiten
...wove ; When my dream of life, from morn 'till night, Was love, still love ! New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's...nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream ! v Oh ! there's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream ! II. Tho' the bard to purer... | |
 | 1821 - 154 Seiten
...chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night, Was love, still love! New hope may. bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam ; But there's nothing half so sweet in lift, As love's young dream ! Oh ! there's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's yo'ung dreami'?... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 844 Seiten
...chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love ! New hope may bloom ; And days may come Of milder, calmer beam ; But there's...nothing half so sweet in life As Love's young dream ! Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar. When wild youth's past; " Tho' he win the wise, who frown'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 Seiten
...New hopes may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there'* nothing half so »weet in life As love's young dream ! Oh ! there's nothing half so sweet in life Though the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past ; Though he win the wise, who frown'd... | |
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