 | Henry Clay Trumbull - 1889 - 216 strani
...see in the present, that there is such a halo of preciousness around the revisited homestead: — " The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood ; And every loved spot which our infancy knew." Nor is it from childhood only that there come memories which pervade the surrounding... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1889 - 356 strani
...To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 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... | |
 | Joseph Baldwin - 1889 - 334 strani
...of memory is complete. You may distinguish the four elements of memory in the following lines : . " How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection (re)presents them to view ! " Office of Memory. — Self, as memory, stores, reproduces,... | |
 | Morton Bryan Wharton - 1889 - 330 strani
...beneath the shelter of the aged tree ; " again they see every loved object that once beguiled them, " The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood And every loved spot that their infancy knew," and again they hear the merry childish voices of loved companions long since... | |
 | New-York Institution for the Instruction of the Deaf and Dumb - 1890 - 712 strani
...But what a weary wight can please, And care his bosom ringing. " Fain, fain would I my woes impart, " 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... | |
 | Arizona. Office of Superintendent of Public Instruction - 1890 - 508 strani
...incidentally gave Webster's speller a dig. Today, like the "Old Oaken Bucket," they live only in memory. "How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection present ihem to view." The school house, the teacher, the oldfashioned birchwood, That... | |
 | Pioneer Lawmakers' Association of Iowa - 1890 - 990 strani
...affections like the tones of a harp when its strings are touched by the gentlest zephyr, and when they sang "How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view,' There were bowed heads and moistened eyes and quickened pulse,... | |
 | Harriet Louise Keeler, Emma C. Davis - 1891 - 232 strani
...can.— Whittier. 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 knew. — Woodworth. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn, Leave me here and when... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1891 - 1190 strani
...in, sloping into hrooks. The Story of Eimiai. 1 See Jonson, page 178. SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The Old Oaken Bncket. Then soon with the emhlem of trnth overflowing,... | |
 | Wisconsin State Horticultural Society - 1891 - 256 strani
...can, in our turn, appreciate those lines beloved by them, written originally of an eastern home: " How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view, The meadow, the orchard, the deep tangled wildwood, And every loved... | |
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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 knew... 
