 | Ambrose Marten - 1827 - 382 páginas
...identical malady assuming a different power, and overcoming the patient with intense torpor. CHAPTER IV. What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...home-bred sympathies — My own— my own fire-side I AA trattt. SOME time may be supposed to have passed since our first acquaintance with Herbert Jackson,... | |
 | Fragments - 1829 - 232 páginas
...My own Fire-side ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise : Awaken Feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...gentle form is near me now ; A small, white hand is clasped in mine : I gaze upon her placid brow, A babe, whose beauty's half divine, In sleep his mother's... | |
 | 1834 - 672 páginas
...Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, That doth not in thy sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, And fill with tears of joy my eyes! What is there my wild heart can prize, My own — my own Fireside! A gentle form is near me now ; And ask what joys can equal thine! A babe,... | |
 | 1836 - 436 páginas
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's lendercst chords, And fill with tears of joys my eyes j What is there my wild heart can prize. That doth not...my home-bred sympathies, My own— my own Fire-side I A gentle form is near me now; A small white hand is clasp'd in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow.... | |
 | 1838 - 332 páginas
...My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasp'd iil mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine .' A babe, whose beauty 's... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 páginas
...My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine ! A babe, whose beauty's... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 páginas
...My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own—my own Fireside ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze... | |
 | Hiram Atwill Graves - 1844 - 142 páginas
...MT own fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes. What is...gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask, what joys can equal thine? A babe, whose beauty... | |
 | 1851 - 888 páginas
...bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy mine eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize, That...my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside !' His instrument is neither the Doric reed nor the lofty harp, but that sweet sympathetic lute whose... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 páginas
...My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...is clasp'd in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, A babe, whose beauty's half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; — Where my love seek a... | |
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And fill with tears of joy my eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide ; Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside. 
