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" Go, where the water glideth gently ever, Glideth by meadows that the greenest be;— Go, listen to our own beloved river, And think of me ! Wander in forests, where the small flower layeth Its fairy gem beside the giant tree; Listen the dim brook pining... "
The Garden of Florence: And Other Poems - Page 104
by John Hamilton Reynolds - 1821 - 175 pages
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The London Magazine, Volume 4

1821
...shall say nothing : for it needs no recommendation. Go, where the water glidcth gently ever, Glidcth by meadows that the greenest be;— Go, listen to our own beloved river, And thirk of me ! Wander in forests, where the small flower Its fairy gem beside the giant tree Listen...
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December tales [by W.H. Ainsworth].

William Harrison Ainsworth - 1823
...breezes, blow ! tbe stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past! THE FALLS OF OHIOPYLE. Go, where the water glideth gently ever, Glideth by meadows that the greenest be! ON the west of the Alleghany mountains rise the branches of the Youghiogeny river. The surrounding...
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Culled flowers

M. S. - English poetry - 1839 - 175 pages
...immortality. MOORE. "GO WHERE THE RIVER." Go where the river glideth gently ever, Glideth through the meadows that the greenest be ; Go listen to our own...in forests where the small flower layeth Its fairy germ beneath the giant tree ; List where the wild brook pineth while it playeth, And think of me !...
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Culled flowers [an anthology of verse, selected by M.S.].

Culled flowers - 1839
...immortality. MOORI. "GO WHERE THE RIVER." Go where the river glideth gently ever, Glideth through the meadows that the greenest be; Go listen to our own...in forests where the small flower layeth Its fairy germ beneath the giant tree ; List where the wild brook pineth while it playeth, And think of me !...
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Sir Roland Ashton: A Tale of the Times

Lady Catharine Long - 1847
...those exquisite lines : " Go where the water glideth gently ever— Glideth thro' meadows that yet greenest be; Go listen to our own beloved river, And think of me ! Wander thro' forests where the small flower layeth Its fairy gem beneath the giant tree; Listen the dim brook...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...violets upon his sleeping eyes. THINK OF ME. This elegant little poem is from the pen of REYNOLDS. Glideth by meadows that the greenest be,— Go listen to our own beloved river, Go where the water glideth gently ever— Wander in forests, where the small flower layeth Its fairy...
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Sir Roland Ashton

Catherine Long (lady.) - 1854
...those exquisite lines: " Go where the water glideth gently ever— Glideth through meadows that yet greenest be; Go listen to our own beloved river, And think of me! Wander through forests where the small flower layctli Its fairy gem beneath the giant tree; Listen the dim...
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Favourite field flowers

Robert Tyas - 1859
...our memory, in thought and feeling like the following, though they be not always so expressed :— " Go where the water glideth gently ever— Glideth...flower layeth Its fairy gem beside the giant tree j List to the dim brook piercing, while it playeth, And think of me. Watch when the sky is silver pale...
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A Book of favourite modern ballads

I. C., J. C. - Ballads, English - 1860 - 167 pages
...where the water glideth gently ever, Glideth through meadows that the greenest 1m- ; Go, listen to your own beloved river, And think of me ! Wander in forests, where the small flower layeth Its fairy gem beneath the giant tree ; List to the dim brook pining as it playeth. And think of me ! *tiSm1&*'~-&J8...
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Golden leaves from the works of poets and painters, ed. by R. Bell

Robert Bell - 1872
...this lone wood, Which in the light of evening sweetly sleeps. 269 JOHN HAMILTON KKYMH.DS. SON'i. G<i, where the water glideth gently ever, Glideth by meadows...dim brook pining while it playeth, And think of me! Watch when the sky is silver pale at even, And the wind grieveth in the lonely tree; Go out beneath...
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