 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 - Page 110by Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 240 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1812 - 506 pages
...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), George Walter Prothero - 1812 - 510 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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'?... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 272 pages
...ingenious design, prefixed to an ode upon St. Cecilia, publish'd some yean since, by Mr. Hudson of Dublin. But there's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream ! Oh ! there nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream ! Though the bard to a purer fame may... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 844 pages
...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... | |
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