 THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ? The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears...  Poetry and Pictures from Thomas Moore - Página 116por Thomas Moore - 1858 - 336 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1828 - 590 páginas
...fly to thee. The friends who in our sunshine lire, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has hut tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that hroken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance IVom the wom.ded part, Breathes sweetness... | |
 | 1816 - 600 páginas
...and wounded here, We could not By to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown; And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But tin in wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded... | |
 | 1818 - 596 páginas
...fly to thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who Itath but tears to give. Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 páginas
...and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must...tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 316 páginas
...and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must...tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 298 páginas
...and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must...tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1824 - 380 páginas
...and wounded here. We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone ; But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 páginas
...and wounded here, We could not fly to thee. The f-'ends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must...tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 páginas
...wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ! The friends, who in our sunshine 1live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must...tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, When Joy no longer soothes... | |
 | Walter Burgh - 1826 - 382 páginas
...wounded here. We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter conies, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal the broken heart Which, (like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part,) Breathes... | |
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