 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thce, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.  MacMillan's Magazine - Página 376editado por - 1902Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 páginas
...Erin! — farewell all Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AlK — Loutjh Sihctling. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have tied from thee, thy home is «till here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercact, And the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 páginas
...farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. An; — Lough Sheeting. СОНЕ, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have lied from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast. And the... | |
 | 1830 - 452 páginas
...prayers till midday ,* and offers his prayers for an hour or two." 167 THE BETRAYED. A TALE OF 1757. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled Irom thee, thy home is still here. MOOR*, Thy glories, one bv one, In gloomy night have set ; All save... | |
 | 1835 - 320 páginas
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine. COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd have flown from thee, thy home still here ; Oh ! what was love made for if tis not the same Through joy... | |
 | 1902 - 874 páginas
...join the Government had something to do with his unexpected onslaught on the Bill: There are Abdiels who will not leave their friend. There Is one member...a Bard of Erin: "Come, rest In this bosom, my own striken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee thy home Is still here: Here still Is the smile that... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 páginas
...more, and in more passionate, human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words : Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home to still here; Here still Is the smile th&t no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 páginas
...more, and in more passionate, human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words : Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thes, thy home is still here; Here still is tho smilr that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1857 - 434 páginas
...snows Seasons may roll, l5ut the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer Though the herd have fled from tliec, thy Lome is &til here ; Here still w the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 páginas
...more, and in more passionate, human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words : Come, rest in this bosom., my own stricken deer, Though...the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; 235 Here still is the smile, that no cloud cau o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the... | |
 | Metta Victoria Fuller Victor - 1859 - 314 páginas
...terrible manner, I felt like flying to you, stranger as you was, and exclaiming, with that dear Moore : u Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here." Clara Browne, go in the other room this minute, and stay there till I recall you. "What? must you go... | |
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