![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=MbNDAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pages
...brawnie quey ; I'se gie them a' to my Marion Just on her bridal day. OLD SCOTTISH SONG. The Indian Tree. They tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the...wander free, And shoot and blossom wide and high, Yet better loves to bend its arms Downwards again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=yVYJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 226 pages
...Rejoice, rejoice — let all that laughs Abroad, at home, laugh out for me ! 155 TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1822. THEY tell us of an Indian tree,...howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander freCj And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=gWcJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1823 - 494 pages
...Love, who first ne'er slept at all, Now took, tlie rogue to downright snoring. TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1822. THEY tell us of an Indian tree,...howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wunder free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=yj8FAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Byerley - 1823 - 528 pages
...snoring. TO MY MOTHER. Written in a Pocket Book, 1828. THEY tell ns of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'erthe sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far hetter loves to hend its arms Downward again to that dear earth. From which the life, that 811s and... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=ex4GAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1842 - 276 pages
...hut it must he added, a much hetter sleep, then the rich old citizen. Leigh Hunt. LINES TO MY MOTHER. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its houghs to wander free, And shoot, and hlossom, wide and high, Far hetter loves to hend its arms Downward... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=HIY0AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1839 - 352 pages
...like to repeat some beautiful lines of Moore to his Mother, in which he alludes to the Banyan: — They tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'er the...blossom wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downwards again to that dear earth From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=RVZhAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1839 - 352 pages
...like to repeat some beautiful lines of Moore to his Mother, in which he alludes to the Banyan: — They tell us of an Indian tree Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its houghs to wander free, And shoot and blossom wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downwards... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=-hQTAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | P. Sadler - 1841 - 362 pages
...The Gaul replied , " Monsieur God-dem, " Pourquoi voiis passe quand rnoi faire Hem? " TO MY MOTHER. They tell us of an Indian tree, Which howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs lo wander free (1), And shoot, and blossom , wide and high (2) , Far better loves to bend its arms... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=_xgn50dE-HYC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 440 pages
...the price he is worth, And then sell him at that which he sets on himself. TO MY MOTHER. WRITTEN IN A POCKET BOOK, 1822. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky s May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend... | |
![](https://books.google.com.et/books/content?id=M5lKAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1843 - 368 pages
...Thou humbly prayest, ask this boon alone, That ye like him may live, b'ke him may die ! TO MY MOTHER. THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, Aiif1 shoot and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear... | |
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