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... 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 is the smile , that no cloud can o'ercast , And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last . Oh ...
... 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 is the smile , that no cloud can o'ercast , And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last . Oh ...
Page 237
... THOMAS MOORE Go where glory waits thee , But , while fame elates thee , O , still remember me ! When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest , O , then remember me ! Other arms may press [ 237 ] POETICAL FAVORITES.
... THOMAS MOORE Go where glory waits thee , But , while fame elates thee , O , still remember me ! When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest , O , then remember me ! Other arms may press [ 237 ] POETICAL FAVORITES.
Page 239
... THOMAS MOORE Oft in the stilly night , Ere slumber's chain has bound me , Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , Now ...
... THOMAS MOORE Oft in the stilly night , Ere slumber's chain has bound me , Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , Now ...
Page 240
... THOMAS MOORE Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells Of youth , and home , and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime ! Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that ...
... THOMAS MOORE Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells Of youth , and home , and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime ! Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that ...
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... 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 is the smile , that no cloud can o'ercast , And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last ...
... 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 is the smile , that no cloud can o'ercast , And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY angels apple-tree auld lang syne beautiful bells Bingen bird blessed blue Blynken Born brave breast breath bright brother brow child dark dead dear death doth dream dying earth eyes face fair fame father flowers forever glad glory gone grave gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss Lady land laugh light lips live look Lord morn mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home old oaken bucket poems poet Queen rest Rock rose round shine silence sing sleep smile soldier song sorrow soul star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS MOORE thought to-night tree verse VISIT FROM ST voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word wrote young