 | 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
...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 wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. AS AS slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 páginas
...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 wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. AS AS slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 páginas
...unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, cr lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, 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
...less unworthy than mineIf the -pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing 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
...unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, 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
...pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have 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. ADVERTISEMENT. IF I had consulted only my own judgment, this Work would... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 páginas
...unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing 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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... 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 than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot,... 
