 | 1839 - 870 oldal
...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... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 oldal
...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 look'd... | |
 | 1819 - 838 oldal
...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 look'd... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 oldal
...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 oldal
...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...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 HARP! I.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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, or lover, Have...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 oldal
...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, 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.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 oldal
...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, or lover, Have...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 of thy... | |
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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... 
