 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pagine
...Erin ! farewell all, Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AIR—" Lough Sheeling." 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 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...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 pagine
...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... | |
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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... 
