 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pągines
...; Here still is the smile that no cloud can 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 and shame? I know not, I ask not if guilt's in that heart... | |
 | John Neal - 1822 - 330 pągines
...not be the wronged and suppliant woman! •> Woe to him that expects it!' CHAPTER IX. ' Oh what is love made for, If 'tis not the same, Through joy and through torment.' Through glory and shame?' ,/c te snii-mi partnut. READER! — there are stories told, with... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 pągines
...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. 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;... | |
 | 1834 - 638 pągines
...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...love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and thiough torment, through glory and shame ! I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart I hut know... | |
 | 1828 - 594 pągines
...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. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same T hro' joy, and thro' darkness, thro* terror and shame t I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pągines
...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 through torments, through glory and shame ? I knew not, I ask'd not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art ! Thou... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pągines
...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...Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro1 torments, thro' glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not if guilt's in that heart... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pągines
...have tied from thee, thy home is «till here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercact, 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 tonnent«, through glory and «harne l Г know not, I ask... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 pągines
...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...thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torment», through glory and shame? I know not, 1 ask not,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pągines
...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...thy own to the last! Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not,... | |
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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. 
