 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pagine
...sweet ; Sweet music's melting fall ; but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude. GRAY. Melody. 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... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pagine
...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...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, thro' glory... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 pagine
...weep our fall ! 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;...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 in that heart,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pagine
...Farewell, Erin! farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, HE&T IN THIS BOSOM. AIR—Lough Sheeting. 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 272 pagine
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 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pagine
...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. whatever thou art ! Thou... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 pagine
...their better 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;...cloud can o'ercast, And 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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pagine
...COME, REST 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 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 pagine
...learning 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...cloud can o'ercast, And 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,... | |
 | 1834 - 638 pagine
...stricken deer ! Though ihe herd have Hed from tnee, thy home is still here. Here still is the smile lhat 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 thiough torment, through glory and... | |
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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... 
