 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.  The United States Democratic Review - Stran 931838Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 strani
...voice of gratitude. GRAY. Melody. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still...cloud can o'ercast, 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 torments,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 strani
...COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. 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...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 strani
...THIS BOSOM. AIR—Lough Sheeting. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here: Here still...cloud can o'ercast, 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 torments,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 strani
...! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. I. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 strani
...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.... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 strani
...acquaintance. ON FALLING IN LOVE. Come, rest in this bosom my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee thy home is still here; Here still...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, thro' terror a ;d shame;... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 strani
...AIE. — Lough Sheeling. / L COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 strani
...BOSOM. AIR. — Lough Sheeting. 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... | |
 | 1828 - 594 strani
...lies." — Pop€. FALLING IX LOVE. ' Come rest in this bosom my own stricken deer, ' Tho' the herd have fled from thee thy home is still here , Here still...the heart and the hand all thine own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same T hro' joy, and thro' darkness, thro* terror and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 strani
...this bosom. Mr— Lough Sheeting. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still...cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro1 torments,... | |
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