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Könyvek 180 / 1 - 10. könyv a(z) SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And... kifejezésre.
" SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. "
A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems - 64. oldal
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1859 - 160 oldal
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Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and ..., 1-3. kötet

1818
...lying. She sinus the wild songs of her dear nAtirt plains, Ev'ry note which he lov'd awaking— Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, ' How...heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had liv'd for bis love < — for his country he died — They were all that to life had enwin'd him ; Nor soon shall...

The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent

Washington Irving - 1820 - 419 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor...

The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, 1. kötet

Washington Irving - 1822
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, . How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor...

The Dublin Inquisitor, ..., 1-2. kötet

1821
...lying I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which be loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for bis love, for bis country he died, They were all that to life entwined him, — Nor soon...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821
...lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking.— Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him,— Oh! make...

Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of ...

Renfrew county - 1821
...lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He hnd liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had tmwhi'd him,— Nor...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 252 oldal
...lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains Every note which she lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! * I have here made a feeble effort to imitate (hat exquisite inscription of Shenstone's — "Heulquanto...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 oldal
...II. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 111 oldal
...lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, How...his country he died They were all that to life had entwined him, — Oh : make her a grave, where the sun-beams rest. When they promise a glorious morrow...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823
...! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined...




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