 | Noble Butler - 1846 - 268 páginas
...thou safe from the war? Happy has he lived in the bosom of the vale. He walks forth stern and gloomy. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best ! — T. Moore. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, Lakts and mountains beneath mo gleamed... | |
 | 1846 - 744 páginas
...and lite must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best ; "Where the storms which we feel in this cold world shall cease, And cur hearts like thy waters be min^Kd in peace!' After... | |
 | Roland Percie (fict.name.) - 1846 - 702 páginas
...you when I visited them. Now I shall admire them so, this lovely autumnal season — and you know, ' How the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. ' " The next day, before their departure, a messenger arrived from the barracks, saying, "a person... | |
 | Noble Butler - 1846 - 272 páginas
...has he lived in the bosom of the vale. He walks forth stern and gloomy. Sweet vale of Avoea! how ealm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best! — T. Muore. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvollyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed... | |
 | Noble Butler - 1846 - 276 páginas
...lived in the bosom of the vale. He walks forth stem and gloomy. Sweet vale of Avoca! bow calm conld I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best! — T. Moons. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed... | |
 | 1847 - 906 páginas
...scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green : Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still....how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade with the friend* I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts,... | |
 | 1856 - 348 páginas
...brightest of green ; . , ..t 1 was not her soft magic, or streamlet or hill ; "**" ij Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt...the storms that we feel in this cold world should And our hearts, like the waters, be mingled in peace. " The valley of Avoca is about eight miles in... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 páginas
...friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear, 30 And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,...them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best, Where the storms... | |
 | Elias Nason - 1850 - 126 páginas
...of my bosom were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love; Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best, Where the storms... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 páginas
...something more exquisite still. 'T was that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, AVho made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt...thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,! \Vhere the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be... | |
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Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no ; it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve... 
