 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 368 pages
...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 joy and through...— I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And thy angel I '11 be, 'mid the horrors of this... | |
 | 1844 - 574 pages
...and instead of fainting away and having a brain fever, he should have exclaimed, ' I ask not, I know not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.' Ulrich's story is by no means consolatory to his wife, but they get on pretty well till he pays a visit... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pages
...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...heart I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art! Thou hast called me thy angel, in moments of bliss,— Still thy Angel I'll be, mid the horrors of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pages
...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 joy and through...heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou Thou hast call'd me thy angel, in moments of bliss,— Still thy angel I'll be, mid the horrors of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Ballads, Irish - 1821 - 294 pages
...not the same Thro' joy and thro' torments, thro' glory and shame ? I know not. I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever...call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I '11 be, 'mid the horrors of this, — Thro' the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Irish poetry (in English) - 1822 - 198 pages
...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 hast call'd me thy angel, in moments of bliss, — Still thy angel I'll be, mid the horrors... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pages
...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 Through joy and through...thee, whatever thou art ! III. Thou hast call'd me thy Anp,el in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this, — Through the furnace,... | |
 | William Frederick Deacon - 1823 - 494 pages
...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; I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thine angel in moments of bliss, Still thine angel T'll be thro' the terrors of... | |
 | 1828 - 594 pages
...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 heart ; I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thine angel in moments of bllssf Still thine angel I'll be through the terrors... | |
 | 1834 - 638 pages
...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 that I love thee, whatever thou art! Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of hliss, —... | |
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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. 
