 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 oldal
...leaves of the Judgment Hook unfold! BAYARD TAYLOR. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. ШОМ " IRISH MELODIES." d the timoro (led from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1872 - 900 oldal
...leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! BAYARD TAYLOR. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. FROM " IRISH MELODIES." 2 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 - 1872 - 514 oldal
...Tho' the herd have fled from thee. Thy .. I ._ ^ !__ - . ^ \ ^ f ..j. ^ f — i ^-C^-^-d * i — t 1 home is still here, Here still is the smile, That no cloud can o'er cast, And a heart and a hand All thy own to the last. '*5£SE :^»£-.-fy:r^''-n?r^i:% •^-•^-^ft^-*f*^r?... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 oldal
...thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a lagging and weary ; Yet onward lie goes, through the broad belt of light, T s:m:e Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1874 - 160 oldal
...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 thine own to the last, Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1874 - 622 oldal
...whom I will not speak in prose, but whose conduct I will describe in the language of the poet : — " Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have all left thee, thy home is still here. Here at least is a smile which no cloud can o'ercast, And a... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1874 - 630 oldal
...whom I will not speak in prose, but whose conduct I will describe in the language of the poet : — " Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have all left thee, thy home is still here. Here at least is a smile which no cloud can o'ercnst, And a... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1874 - 650 oldal
...whom I will not speak in prose, but whose conduct I will describe in the language of the poet : — " Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer; Though the herd have all left thee, thy home is still here. Here at least is a smile which no cloud can o'ercast, And a... | |
 | William Nassau Molesworth - 1874 - 506 oldal
...will not speak in prose, but rather whose conduct I will describe in the language of the poet — " Come rest in this bosom my own stricken deer, Though the herd may have left thee, thy home is still here. Here, at least, is a smile, which no cloud can o'ercast,... | |
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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... 
