 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 the...  The Living Age - Pagina 6441907Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pagine
...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 ; Here still is the smile, that no 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 pagine
...BOSOM. An — Lough Shffling. 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 the heart and the hand all thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pagine
...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 heart and the hand all thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 pagine
...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 can o'ercast And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 pagine
...sheds ! 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 ; Here still is the smile 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... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1838 - 462 pagine
...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 ; Here still is the smile, 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,... | |
 | 1838 - 410 pagine
...misfortune are indeed rare. " Come rest in this bosom, mine own stricken deer, Though the herd has fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thine own to the last! " The following variation of a well-known sons;,... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1838 - 418 pagine
...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 ; • Here...still is the 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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 pagine
...Sheding. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer T Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home u still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast And the heart and the hand all thy own to the la« ! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the Through... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 396 pagine
...fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still...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' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame?... | |
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