 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
 | Johannes Scherr - 1882 - 334 pages
...but it blooms not again ! " " 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 the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same... | |
 | 1882 - 840 pages
...beautiful words : — " Come rest in this bosom, mv own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled (nun thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile that no doud can oVrcast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the Us!," must not be passed over without record.... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 542 pages
...sentiment ever embodied in words : 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 I what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | Joseph Dunbar Shields - 1883 - 452 pages
...for the doomed Robert Emmet : " Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd has 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 thine own to the last. Thou hast called me thy angel in moments of bliss,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 408 pages
...sentiment ever embodied in words : 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 t is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | Edwin O. Chapman - 1884 - 430 pages
...still she lives. Thomas Moore 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... | |
 | 1884 - 750 pages
...stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home m still here ; Here still u the smile no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last." Almost boundless has been the utterance, the imagery of love, in song, in hymn, in tale, in discourse.... | |
 | Mary Bennett - 1884 - 426 pages
...the words of the poet: ' ' Come rest in my bosom, my own stricken deer. Though fainting and weary, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'er-cast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last." The grey-headed woodman whom they passed at his work... | |
 | 1885 - 686 pages
...ever. 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 304 pages
...ever embodied in words : — "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... | |
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