 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.  The Annual Register - 20. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1874Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 oldal
...sweet ; Sweet music's melting fall ; but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude. GRAY. Melody. 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...Farewell, Erin! farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, HE&T IN THIS BOSOM. AIR—Lough Sheeting. 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...!— farewell all Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AIE. — Lough Sheeling. / L 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 oldal
...Erin ! farewell all, Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AIR—" Lough Sheeling." 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 oldal
...Erin! — farewell all Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AlK — Loutjh Sihctling. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have tied from thee, thy home is «till here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercact, And the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 oldal
...farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. An; — Lough Sheeting. СОНЕ, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have lied from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast. And the... | |
 | 1830 - 452 oldal
...prayers till midday ,* and offers his prayers for an hour or two." 167 THE BETRAYED. A TALE OF 1757. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled Irom thee, thy home is still here. MOOR*, Thy glories, one bv one, In gloomy night have set ;... | |
 | 1835 - 320 oldal
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine. COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd have flown from thee, thy home still here ; Oh ! what was love made for if tis not the same Through joy... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 oldal
...treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds ! 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 is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1838 - 462 oldal
...calculated to annoy and upset society in general. But no matter." — singing again to Makemoney : — 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... | |
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