 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 - Página 6441907Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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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