 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pagine
...IN THIS 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... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1838 - 418 pagine
...matter."—- singing again to Makemoney :— Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here...smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and (he hand, all thy own to the last. Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same, Through joy, and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 396 pagine
...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, Tho'...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'... | |
 | 1902 - 874 pagine
...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 Is still here:...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1844 - 800 pagine
...to weep our fall! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though 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 1 what was love made for, if lis not the same Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1849 - 208 pagine
...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, Tho'...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'... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 pagine
...itjn umglüij'n, @t roitb tädjeln im 2icf>te, Ьоф nie wiebet blufj'n. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho'...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 Ч is not the same Thro'... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 pagine
...COME, EEST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have flown 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 same Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1852 - 212 pagine
...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, Tho'...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'... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pagine
...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 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 't is not the same Through... | |
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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. 
