 | Charles Peters - 1904 - 360 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...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... | |
 | Walter Lorenzo Sheldon - 1904 - 424 páginas
...Can 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...gentle form is near me now; A small white hand is clasped in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow Andvask, what joys can equal thine? A babe, whose beauty's... | |
 | Sir William Alexander Craigie - 1924 - 156 páginas
...bid the sweetest dreami ari-ie; Awa-ken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy mine eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize, That...gentle form is near me now; A small white hand is clasped in mine; I gaze upo-n her placid brow, And ask, what joys can equal thine: A babe, whose beauty... | |
 | 1826 - 662 páginas
...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...upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal mine ! A babe, whose beauty 's half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; — Where may love... | |
 | 1879 - 484 páginas
...Fireside! 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...— my own Fireside! A gentle form is near me now; A emall white hand is clasp'd in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine!... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1826 - 644 páginas
...My own Fire-side! Those simple word» Can bid the sweetest dreams arise : Awaken feeling's tenderes! chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes! What is...Fire-side ! '• A gentle form is near me now ; A «mall white hand is clasp'd in mine ; 1 ;raze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine... | |
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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. 
