 | Lydia Maria Child - 1867 - 460 páginas
...name was very pretty too. She sang Moore's Melodies a great deal; and when she warbled, " Sweet rale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friend I love best!" she sighed, and thought to herself, " Ah! if I only had a friend to love best!... | |
 | Francis William Newman - 1868 - 236 páginas
...something more exquisite stffl. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt...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... | |
 | Francis William Newman - 1868 - 226 páginas
...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, ^ere the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled... | |
 | James Cornwell - 1870 - 156 páginas
...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...When we see them reflected from looks that we love. THOMAS MOORE, 1780 — 1852. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on... | |
 | James Cornwell - 1870 - 152 páginas
...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...When we see them reflected from looks that we love. THOMAS MOORE, 1780—1852. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on... | |
 | Alison GARD - 1870 - 278 páginas
...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...When we see them reflected from looks that we love." MOORE. IT is a lovely, balmy evening in June — June, the poet's month, when skies are clearest and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 páginas
...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...could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I l»ve best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy... | |
 | Thomas Nicolas Burke - 1872 - 646 páginas
...something more exquisite still. 4< 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt...When we see them reflected from looks that we love." So, perhaps, it is not the material beauty of Ireland—the green hill-side, or the pastoral beauty... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 514 páginas
...qnis-ita still. ;rF=^===l==g 3 Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we Bee them reflected from looks that we love. 4 Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom... | |
 | James Roderick O'Flanagan - 1873 - 298 páginas
...exquisite still. VOL. II. R 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt...In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best, When the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts like thy waters be mingled... | |
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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... 
