 | 1829 - 440 strani
...numbers. The engaging liveliness and simplicity of this little strain have made it very popular. THE BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my...wide spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-cover'd... | |
 | Samuel Woodworth - 1830 - 316 strani
...farmers are blest. I SilC iiutUct. Air—The Flower of Dumblane How dear to this heart are the scones 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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1831 - 424 strani
...for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear. The Bucket.—Samuel Woodworth. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it, And... | |
 | Samuel Woodworth - 1831 - 296 strani
...soil, and fed by our toil, American farmers are blest. Œïie Bucïtet* Air—The Flower of Dumblane How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1832 - 410 strani
...for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear. The Bucket.—Samuel Woodworth. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it, And... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 strani
...catastrophe which in a rooEXERCISE 54. The Bucket.—9. Cold^Water Song.—WOODWORTH. 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! When fond recollection...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... | |
 | Cornelius Soule Cartée - 1833 - 246 strani
...little Voice,Could I, as in days of old, At a sound rejoice ! THE BUCKET. WRITTEN BY SAMUEL WOODWORTH. How dear to this 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... | |
 | 1834 - 402 strani
...the southern main Bend to God thy melting knee, Mingle with the wave again! r SAMUEL WOODWORTH. THE BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my...orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, The... | |
 | Lyman Cobb - 1835 - 528 strani
...enduring as the blessings we owe to their exertions. LESSON CLXXX. The Bucket.—Samuel Woodworth. 1. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,...presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1835 - 320 strani
...Bucket.—A Cold-Water Song.—WOODWORTH. 1 How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood! ^hen 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... | |
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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; The wide spreading pond, and... 
