 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 страници
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 174 страници
...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... | |
 | Metta Victoria Fuller Victor - 1859 - 314 страници
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 страници
...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... | |
 | 1859 - 528 страници
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 248 страници
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1860 - 782 страници
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1861 - 778 страници
...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... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 страници
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - 580 страници
...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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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... 
