 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...  The Living Age - Page 6441907Full view - About this book
 | 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' joy and thro' torment, thro" glory and shame... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1857 - 434 pages
...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 a hand all ihv own to the last. 87* Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 364 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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 pages
...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 last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 pages
...fall. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here : Here still...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 joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | 1859 - 528 pages
...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,...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 joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1866 - 580 pages
...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 ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 174 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 no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the samo... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1860 - 782 pages
...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...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 joy and through torment, through g Ion and... | |
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