 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - 400 oldal
...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 'tis not the same Through... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 298 oldal
...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...the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here : Oh! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 oldal
...tongue can feign ; I'll praise, admire, and worship thee, But must not, dare not love again. MOORE. Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart, and the hand, all thy own to the MOORE. Then fare thee well ! I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 oldal
...one knows such secrets as old Pan. WILLIAM w. STORY. COME, BEST IN THIS BOSOM. FROM "IRISH MELODIES." 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... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 828 oldal
...dear, Breathed back again ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COMK, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer I esented to my view elsewhere, I might have e'en been...tempted to despise. But that which was serene was o'ercant, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis... | |
 | Henry Stuart Foote - 1876 - 284 oldal
...apparently deeply distressed woman, the beautiful lines of the poet naturally arose in my memory: " Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in thy heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art!"... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 oldal
...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 the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still hero ; Her« still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 196 oldal
...thee, thy home is still here ; Here4Still is the smile that no cloud can o7ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 7t is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? Thou hast call'd me thy... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 oldal
...knows such secrets as old Pan. ^ WILLIAM w. STORY. COME, BEST IN THIS BOSOM. FROM "IRISH MELODIES." COME, rest in this bosom, my 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 a heart and... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck - 1901 - 396 oldal
...turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose. 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 't is not the same Through... | |
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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... 
