 | 1839 - 870 páginas
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Hath throbb'd at thy lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; 1 was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild glory I waked was thine own." The national melodies, and some of the other miscellaneous works of our... | |
 | 1819 - 838 páginas
...shall twine; Go, — sleep, with the sun-shine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 páginas
...shall twine ; Go, — sleep, with the sun-shine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 páginas
...slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, cr lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;...passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'dv,7as thy own ! A?,'D THOU ART DEAD. iorrf Eyrtn, AND thou art dead, as young and fair As aught... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 páginas
...sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mineIf the -pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have...heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. SEVENTH NUMBER. As slow our ship her foamy (rack Against the wind was cleaving. MY GENTLE... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 páginas
...unworthy thau mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have thfobb'd at our lay, 'tis Ay glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own! MY GENTLE HARP. Am—The Coina or Dirge. MY gentle Harp! once more I waken The sweetness... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 páginas
...pulse of the patri/.t, soldier, or lovet , Have throbb'd at our l»v,.'tis thy glory alone; I wa» but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy MY GENTLE HARP. .IB— The Coina or Dirge MY gentle Harp : once more * waken The sweetness... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 páginas
...shall twine ; Go, sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier,...passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. NUMBER VII. ADVERTISEMENT. IF I had consulted only my own judgment, this Work would... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 páginas
...shall twine ; Go, sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier,...throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was lint as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. NUMBER VII.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 páginas
...shall twine ; Go — sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touchM by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier,...heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. My gentle harp ! Mr— The Coina, or Dirge. My gentle harp ! once more I waken The sweetness... | |
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That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy... 
