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" Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, 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. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not... "
The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs - Page 161
by Thomas Moore - 1823
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Doesticks: What He Says

Q. K. Philander Doesticks - American wit and humor - 1855 - 330 pages
...boots," but that didn't seem to make sense — concluded it must be " barn-yard " as it went on to say " though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here." Couldn't make out whether she was in earnest and wanted me to come and see her, or was only trying...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With a Memoir, Volume 2

Thomas Moore - 1855
...COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is stiE here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro'...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - Ireland - 1857 - 420 pages
...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...
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THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE

EDGAR ALLAN POE - 1858
...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...
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Poetry and Pictures from Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1858 - 336 pages
...goes, COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. OME, rest in this bosom, my own strieken deer. Though the herd have Hed from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that 110 eloud ean o'ereast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for,...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with life

Thomas Moore - 1866 - 490 pages
...to weep our fall ! COME, BEST IN THIS BOSOM. COMI, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and shame...
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Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).

Thomas Moore - 1859
...before us. Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through...
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A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems

Thomas Moore - Folk songs, Irish - 1859 - 160 pages
...Sheellntf." COME, rest in this bosom, ray own stricken deer ! Though the herd have fled from thec, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the samo Through joy and through torments, through glory...
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Miss Slimmen's Window, and other papers.

Mrs. Mark Peabody - 1859
...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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Irish melodies, songs, and poems

Thomas Moore - Folk songs, Irish - 1859 - 190 pages
...we hate before us ! Farewell, Erin! farewell all, COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Air—" Lough Bheeling." COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though...herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; 1 fiT(! still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the...
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