 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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;...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! II. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pàgines
...!— farewell all Who live to weep our fall ! COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. AIE. — Lough Sheeling. / L COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! II. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last ! II. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pàgines
...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... | |
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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. 
