 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 oldal
...Melody. Come, rest in 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...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 hast call'd me thy angel... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 oldal
...T. Moore. rest in 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...Sheeting. COME, rest in 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...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 call'd me thy angel, in... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...I. COME, rest 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...in 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... | |
 | John Neal - 1822 - 330 oldal
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...L COME, rest in 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...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... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 oldal
...LOVE. Come, rest 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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 oldal
...I. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer I Though the herd 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... | |
 | 1834 - 638 oldal
...stricken deer ! Though ihe herd have Hed from tnee, thy home is still here. Here still is the smile lhat no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand...love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and thiough torment, through glory and shame ! I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart I hut know... | |
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And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, 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. 
