 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1901 - 494 oldal
...to Thee, Lest waking it should bleat and pine for me ! John Banister Tdbb 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... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 oldal
...I love my Love, because I know My Love loves me." CHARLES MACKAY. COME, REST /.v THIS KOSOM. COMK, <ٯ 5 2 o'erctwt, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the... | |
 | Julia Parker Dabney - 1901 - 296 oldal
...— WILLIAM COWPER : " The Symptoms of Love." " Come, rest on this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here,...cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand, all thine own to the last. " Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments,... | |
 | Eduard Engel - 1902 - 516 oldal
...; as, for example, in this lovely poem : — Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here,...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 ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's... | |
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1902 - 500 oldal
...express; and would, therefore, for that purpose take the liberty of resorting to a Bard of Erin : " Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a hand and a heart all thy own to the last." Major O'Gorman who was a "prominent member (in more ways... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 708 oldal
...in more passionate, human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words : Come, rot in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd...from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is Che smile, that no cloud can o'ercait, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 198 oldal
...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 same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not,... | |
 | William Morton Payne - 1904 - 350 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 't is not the same Through... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 608 oldal
...me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea ! EDWARD, LORD LYTTON. 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... | |
 | 1904 - 592 oldal
...dream, and sighs to vacancy." ON FALLING IN LOVE. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee thy home is still here;...cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thine own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy, and thro' darkness,... | |
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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... 
