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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. "
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Complete in One Volume - الصفحة 251
بواسطة Thomas Moore - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 747
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...Sweet music's melting fall ; but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude. GRAY. Melody. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; Though...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...

British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...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 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'...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...Erin! farewell all Who live to weep our fall! COME, HE&T IN THIS BOSOM. AIR—Lough Sheeting. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the...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 ....

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...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;...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...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...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...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...

The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., المجلد 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...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...

The Inn-keeper's Album

William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...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;...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...

The Ladies' pocket magazine

1828 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...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...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...

The Ladies' pocket magazine

1834 - عدد الصفحات: 638
...tnee, thy home is still here. Here still is the smile lhat 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 joy and thiough torment, through glory and shame ! I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart I hut know...

The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, المجلد 3

Thomas Moore - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...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...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...




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