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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... "
The Oriental herald and colonial review [ed. by J.S. Buckingham]. - Page 260
redigeeritud poolt - 1826
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The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal

1825
...tenderest chords, 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,...upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine ! A babe, whose beauty's half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; — Where may Love...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., 95. köide

1825
...tend'rest chords, 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,...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 balw, whose beauty's...
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The Monthly Review, 108. köide

1825
...tenderest chords, 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,...A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand as clasp'd in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine ! A babe, whose...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, 95. köide,2. osa;138. köide

1825
...tend'rest chords, 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 Fire-side ! A gentle form is near me now j A small, white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal...
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The Worcester Magazine and Historical Journal, 1. köide

1826
...tendered chord), 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,...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 beauties...
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The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., 4. köide

Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826
...tenderest chords, 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,...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...
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The Worcester Magazine and Historical Journal: Containing ..., 1. köide

1826
...tenderest chords. 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 Fire-aide ! A gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her...
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The Stanley tales, original and select, 4–5. köide

Ambrose Marten - 1827
...patient with intense torpor. CHAPTER IV. .;•,-. 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 fire-iide I AA Wattt. SOME time may be supposed to have passed since our first acquaintance with Herbert...
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The Literary Souvenir, Or, Cabinet of Poetry and Romance

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1826
...my wild heart can prize, That doth not in 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 brow, And ask what joys can equal thine! A babe, whose beauty...
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The Stanley tales, original and select, 4. köide

Ambrose Marten - 1827
...overcoming the patient with intense torpor. CHAPTER IV. 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 fire-side I AA trattt. SOME time may be supposed to have passed since our first acquaintance with Herbert Jackson,...
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