 | 1838 - 410 oldal
...misfortune are indeed rare. " Come rest in this bosom, mine own stricken deer, Though the herd has fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still...cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thine own to the last! " The following variation of a well-known sons;, from Moore's Melodies, was... | |
 | 1838 - 418 oldal
...bosom, mine own stricken deer, Though the herd has fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here Mill is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thine own to the last ! " The following variation of a well-known song, from Moore's Melodies, was... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 396 oldal
...live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still 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 same Thro'... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1844 - 800 oldal
...before us. Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...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 lis not the same Through... | |
 | 1902 - 874 oldal
...purpose take the liberty of resorting to a Bard of Erin: "Come, rest In this bosom, my own striken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee thy home...still Is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a hand and a heart all thy own to the last." Major O'Gonnan who was a prominent member (in more ways... | |
 | 1846 - 166 oldal
...herd has fled from thee thy home still is here ; Here still is the smile, that no rlrtud can o'ereast, And the heart and the hand, all thy own to the last. Oh ; what was love made for. if 'tis not the same, Through joy and through lorment, 'thro' glory and shame, I know not, I ask not,... | |
 | 1847 - 906 oldal
...rose ! COME REST IN THIS BOSOM Am — Lough Shfeliny. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken dear ? Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still...own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made, for if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torrents, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1849 - 822 oldal
...before us. Farewell, Erin,— farewell, all, Who live to weep oar fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Con, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the...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 tie not the same Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1849 - 208 oldal
...live to weep our fall. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still 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 same Thro'... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 oldal
...more, and in more passionate, human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words : Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home to still here; Here still Is the smile th&t no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own... | |
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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... 
