 | Caroline Emily Cameron - 1878 - 484 oldal
...words of Mary Brereton's song that she had sung in the drawing-room at North Eocks : — " Ah ! what is love made for, if 'tis not the same, Through joy and through torment, through sorrow and shame ? " Yes, that was how it was with her — " through joy and through torment ; " and... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 oldal
...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 a heart and a hand all thy own to the last Oh 1 what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and... | |
 | lady Emma Carolina Wood - 1879 - 338 oldal
...the cud of bitter fancies all night, till sleep came to repeat them in troubled dreams. CHAPTER VIL " Oh ! what was love made for if 'tis not the same, Through joy, through sorrow, through glory, or shame ? " THE morning Helena gave to Miss Sable's attendance. Miss... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 oldal
...have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, Aud street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo 't is not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not,... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1880 - 668 oldal
...editor ought to be as devoted as that of Mr. Moore's lovers ; and cannot conceive what biography was made for, "If 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame." He assures us that Bacon was innocent ; that he had the means of making a perfectly satisfactory defence;... | |
 | Rosa Nouchette Carey - 1880 - 450 oldal
...bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have fied from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thine own to the last.' — Moore. JUNE scents are in the air, the fragrance of the garden sweets,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 588 oldal
...bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Hern still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh 1 what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy ami through torment, through glory and... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay (baron [essays]) - 1881 - 386 oldal
...editor ought to be as devoted as that of Mr. Moore's lovers ; and cannot conceive what biography was made for, "if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame." He assures us that Bacon was innocent, that he had the means of making a perfectly satisfactory defence,... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1881 - 738 oldal
...fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity. Moore, Lalla Rookh. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through sorrow — through glory and shame ? T. Moore. Oh ! thou shalt be all else to me, That heart can feel... | |
 | Johannes Scherr - 1882 - 324 oldal
...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 ! Oh ! what was love...for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that... | |
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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 can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the... 
