 | Thomas Moore - 1861 - 778 pages
...thee, thy home is still here ; Here stfll 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 same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame 7 I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 pages
...of. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ! Though the herd hath 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 I ííoore. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;... | |
 | Hamilton Graeme (fict. name.) - 1864 - 420 pages
...eye " Come rest in my 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...for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment — through glory and shame. I know not, I ask not, what has been thy part ; I but know that... | |
 | Mrs. Benson - 1864 - 264 pages
..." 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...And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last." MOORE. THE mourners returned from their solemn duty to the dead, and assembled in the little parlour,... | |
 | James McGrigor Allan - 1864 - 422 pages
...struck on the spot. With all her faults Juliana could illustrate the sentiment of Moore's lines : " 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... | |
 | 1865 - 408 pages
...BOSOM. 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 a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro'... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1865 - 318 pages
...XV. 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 a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1866 - 450 pages
..."LooghSheeling." 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...and through torments, through glory and shame ? I knew not, I ask not if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art ! Thou... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1866 - 300 pages
...Sheeling." 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...o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the hut. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory... | |
 | 1866 - 392 pages
...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 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... | |
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And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. 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. 
