 | 1839 - 870 pagine
...echo'd the deep note of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unwotthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Hath throbb'd at thy lay, 'tis... | |
 | 1819 - 838 pagine
...echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. • Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...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 pagine
...thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...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 pagine
...thon echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...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... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 pagine
...of song is the last we shall twine ; Go , — sie KP , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, TM touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, saldier , or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay ,]*tis thy glory alone; J was but as the wind, passing... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 pagine
...See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morui, in Miss Brooke's Reliques oflrish Poetry. II. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mineIf the -pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pagine
...thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, 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 thau... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pagine
...thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...hand less unworthy than mine. If the 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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pagine
...ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morni, in Miss BROOKE'S Reliques of Irish Poetry. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...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 - 310 pagine
...echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. . . Dear harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand les« unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Havethrobb'datour lay, 'tis... | |
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That even 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. 
