...this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And...and through torments, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart — I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou...

...this bosom, my own stricken deer! Tho' the herd have-iied from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to tho last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory...

...this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here: Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And...joy and through torments, through glory and shame! I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou Thou hast...

...this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! II. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and...

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...this Bosom, my own stricken deer ! Thougn the herd have fled from thee, thy nome is still hero : Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last; I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee. whatever thou art ! Thou...

...not be the wronged and suppliant woman! •> Woe to him that expects it!' CHAPTER IX. ' Oh what is love made for, If 'tis not the same, Through joy and through torment.' Through glory and shame?' ,/c te snii-mi partnut. READER! — there are stories told, with...

...this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! II. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory...

...in this bosom my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee thy home is still here; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thine own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro'joy, and thro' darkness,...

...have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, ^nd the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love nude for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame ? I know not,...