 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 sayfa
...Come, rest in 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...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, thro' glory and shame... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 sayfa
...Erin! — farewell all Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AlK — Loutjh Sihctling. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have tied from thee, thy home is «till here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercact, And the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 sayfa
...REST IN THIS BOSOM. AIR. — Lough Sheeling. I. COME, rest In this bosom, my own stricken deer! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here...Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 sayfa
...Erin '—farewell all Wtio live to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. An — Lough Shffling. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment», through glory... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 sayfa
...farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. An; — Lough Sheeting. СОНЕ, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have lied from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast. And the... | |
 | 1830 - 452 sayfa
...prayers till midday ,* and offers his prayers for an hour or two." 167 THE BETRAYED. A TALE OF 1757. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled Irom thee, thy home is still here. MOOR*, Thy glories, one bv one, In gloomy night have set ; All save... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 sayfa
...SheeUng. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer 7 Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home u still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torrents, through glory... | |
 | 1835 - 320 sayfa
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine. COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd have flown from thee, thy home still here ; Oh ! what was love made for if tis not the same Through joy... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 sayfa
...treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds ! COME REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though...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, through glory and... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1838 - 462 sayfa
...calculated to annoy and upset society in general. But no matter." — singing again to Makemoney : — Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though...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, through glory... | |
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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... 
