 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pagine
...that no 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...— I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And thy angel I '11 be, 'mid the horrors of this... | |
 | 1844 - 574 pagine
...and instead of fainting away and having a brain fever, he should have exclaimed, ' I ask not, I know not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.' Ulrich's story is by no means consolatory to his wife, but they get on pretty well till he pays a visit... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pagine
...to tho last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and shame? I know not, I ask not if guilt's...heart I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art! Thou hast called me thy angel, in moments of bliss,— Still thy Angel I'll be, mid the horrors of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pagine
...that no 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...heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou Thou hast call'd me thy angel, in moments of bliss,— Still thy angel I'll be, mid the horrors of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 pagine
...not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and shame ? I know not. I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever...call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I '11 be, 'mid the horrors of this, — Thro' the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 272 pagine
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 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pagine
...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. whatever thou art ! Thou hast call'd me thy angel, in moments of bliss, — Still thy angel I'll be, mid the horrors... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pagine
...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...thee, whatever thou art ! III. Thou hast call'd me thy Anp,el in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this, — Through the furnace,... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 pagine
...last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro'joy, and thro' darkness, thro' terror a ;d shame; I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart; I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thine angel in moments of bliss, Still thine angel T'll be thro' the terrors of... | |
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Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. 
