 | Thomas Moore - 1852 - 212 pagine
...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'... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 448 pagine
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 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 - 1855 - 612 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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'... | |
 | Q. K. Philander Doesticks - 1855 - 336 pagine
...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 - 1857 - 434 pagine
...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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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. 
