 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 534 Seiten
...the sweetest dreams arise, Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my ej'es. What is there my wild heart can prize That doth not...my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside f A gentle form is near me now; A small white hand is clasped in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow,... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 Seiten
...Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, Aud till with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild...heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide, Hauot of uiy home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fireside ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small... | |
 | 1744 - 596 Seiten
...sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords. And fill with tears of jay mine eyes. What U there my wild heart can prize, That doth not In thy sphere abide ; liaant of my home-bred sympathies. My own— my own fireside 7" TO MARRIED FOLKS. WE have before... | |
 | 318 Seiten
...garden of joy, which, without the moonlight softness of its affection, would be a wilderness of thorns. A 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." The dear old holidays... | |
 | 1851 - 860 Seiten
...arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderes! chords, And fill with tears of joy mine еуез. What is thore my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere...my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside !' His instrument is neither the Doric reed nor the lufty harp, but that sweet sympathetic lute whose... | |
 | 1851 - 864 Seiten
...Can bid the sweetest dreams arise; Awaken feeling's tendereat chords, And fill with tears of joy mine eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize, That...sphere abide ; Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own—my own fireside J' His instrument is neither the Doric reed nor the lofty harp, hut that sweet... | |
 | 432 Seiten
...And fill with tears of Joy mine eуes. What is there my wild heart cau prize. That doth not in tby sphere abide ; Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside I A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is placed In mine : 1 gare upon her placid brow,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1852 - 446 Seiten
...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 doth not in thy sphere abide: 1 1 aunt of my homo-bred sympathies. My own — my own fire-side! A gentle form is near me now; A small,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1853 - 290 Seiten
...From thee — my own fireside ! 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1853 - 766 Seiten
...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 doth...home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fire-side I A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine : I gaze upon her placid brow,... | |
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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. 
