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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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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe - 1859
...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 thce, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and...
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Moore's Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - Bookbinding - 1859 - 233 pages
...in this bo - som, my own strick - en rrr-rn ii ! * _ =l^==^^j^j^=g^jji * <fm- 9 ""=• deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here -tf- — • 1 — ^ — i — t __.__— _-j . still is the smile that 110 cloud can o'er - cast,...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1860 - 752 pages
...us. Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COMB, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home i still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast. And a heart and a hand all thy own...
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Poetical Works

Thomas Moore - 1861 - 747 pages
...us. Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Coste, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the...have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here stfll is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh...
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Many thoughts of many minds. Compiled by H. Southgate

Henry Southgate - 1862
...concentration of dulness, than amuse us with unjust and untrue imaginings. lidps. FIDELITT— Devotedness of. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd hath fled from thee, thy home is still here. — Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast,...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle

Thomas Moore - 1863
...before us I 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 the herd have fled from thee, thy home ia still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all...
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Nelly Deane: A Story of Every-day Life : in Two Vols, Volume 1

Mrs. Benson - 1864 - 261 pages
...desolate girl, while they waited the coining of her titled relative. CHAPTER X. TWO PROPOSALS TO NELLY. " Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last." MOORE. THE mourners returned from their solemn duty to the dead, and assembled in the little parlour,...
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Hamilton Graeme; or, The fourth generation, by the author of 'Kind words to ...

Hamilton Graeme (fict. name.) - 1864
...the heart," and playing a few chords, she sang with glowing cheek and flashing eye " Come rest in my bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last. " Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment — through glory...
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A faithful woman, Volume 2

Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1865
...madam, yours most faithfully. 223 CHAPTER XV. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here...still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And...
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The British Poets, Volume 4

1865
...live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still 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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