 | 1825 - 468 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise : Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! * A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasp'd in mine ; I gaze upon her... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1825 - 464 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise: Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! ' A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand as clasp'd in mine; I gaze upon her... | |
 | 1825 - 726 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tend'rest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now j A small, white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her... | |
 | 1826 - 404 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tendered chord), And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1826 - 686 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can 'prize, That doth...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now, A small white hand is clasp'd in mine ; I gaze upon her placid... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 318 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken Feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small, white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her... | |
 | William Lincoln, Christopher Columbus Baldwin - 1826 - 906 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords. And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-aide ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1826 - 458 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...thy sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, III. A gentle form is near me now; A small, white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her placid... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1826 - 678 sider
...tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That dotli not in thy sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now, A small white hand is clasp'd in mine; I gaze upon her placid... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 sider
...the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not...Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own Fireside ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasp'd in mine ; I gaze upon her placid... | |
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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. 
