...embodied in words : Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thce, 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 't is not the same Through...

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...BOSOM. COMB, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home i 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...

...to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Coste, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here stfll is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh...

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...lidps. FIDELITT— Devotedness of. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd hath 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 I ííoore. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;...

...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, Tho'...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 Thro'...

...But truce to badinage : in sober earnest, I am, my dear madam, yours most faithfully. 223 CHAPTER XV. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Tho'...still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And...

...1780. DIED 1852.] " COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM." OME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer. Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still 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...

...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...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...