 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way ; Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speak 0' Of Indians in the west. The wind, the tempest roaring joye A' naething to langsyne 1 The ivied tower now met my eye. Where minstrels used to blaw ; Nae friend... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...friends I left, May still continue mine7 Or gin I e'er again shall taste . The joys I left langsyne 7 As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way; Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speak 0' some dear former day. Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days o' mine, Whilk made me... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1853 - 946 páginas
...friends 1 left May still continue mine? Or gin I e'er again shall taste The Joys I left langsyne ? Ai ed by a conviction of human ignorance than elated...I neither exclude work nor drawing. I think it is jora Л' naething to langsyne ! The ivied tower now met my eye, Where minstrels used to blaw; Nae friend... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 páginas
...friends I left, May still continue minel Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne 1 As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way; Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speak 0' some dear former day. Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days o' mine, Whilk made me... | |
 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1857 - 392 páginas
...wi' lightly foot, Had trod on thirty years, I sought again my native land Wi' mony hopes and fears. As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way ; The place I passed seemed yet to speak Of some dear former day. Some pensy chiels, a new-sprung race,... | |
 | 1857 - 280 páginas
...I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat all the way; Each place I passed seemed yet to speak Of some dear former day — Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days of mine, Which made me think the present joys Are nothing to langsyne. The ivied tower now met my eye,... | |
 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1857 - 334 páginas
...wi' lightly foot, Had trod on thirty years, I sought again my native land Wi' mony hopes and fears. As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a the way ; The place I passed seemed yet to apeak Of some dear former day. Some pensy chiels, a new-spnmg race,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 396 páginas
...friends I left May still continue mine ? Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne ? As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way ; Hk place I passed seemed yet to speak 0' some dear former day. VOL. I. Those days that followed me... | |
 | Margaret Anthony Cabell - 1858 - 364 páginas
...As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat all the way, Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speak 0' some dear former day. Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days of mine, Which made me think the present joys A' naething to Lang Syne. The ivied tower now met my... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1860 - 362 páginas
...friends I left May still continue mine? Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne? 2 As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the...me think the present joys A' naething to langsyne! 3 The ivied tower now met my eye, Where minstrels used to blaw; Nae friend stepped forth wi' open hand,... | |
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WHEN silent time, wi' lightly foot, Had trod on thirty years, I sought again my native land Wi' mony hopes and fears. Wha kens gin the dear friends I left May still continue mine? Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne? As I drew near... 
