 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - Classical languages - 1850 - 364 pages
...sweet ; Sweet music's melting fall ; but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude. GHAT. Melody. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer; Though...thy own to the last. Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not,... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 462 pages
...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... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - English poetry - 1851 - 588 pages
...nie wiebet blufj'n. 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 Ч is not the same Thro'... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 pages
...COME, EEST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have flown 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 same Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Ballads, English - 1852 - 212 pages
...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'... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - American literature - 1853 - 522 pages
...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...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 't is not the same Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1854 - 184 pages
...live to weep our fall. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Couc, rest in this hosom, my own strieken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here: Here still la the smile that no eloud ean o'ereast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh I what... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 612 pages
...she turn'd when he rose. Moore. Come rest in this bosom, my own strieken dper ! Tho' the herd hath fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no eloud ean o'ereast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ? Moore. Though human, thou... | |
 | Q. K. Philander Doesticks - 1855 - 344 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1855 - 810 pages
...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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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... 
