 She is Far from the Land SHE is far from the land where her young 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.  The Patrician - 28. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1848Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1818 - 596 oldal
...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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - 424 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 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 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... | |
 | 1821 - 648 oldal
...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... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 oldal
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 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...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 ; They'll... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 oldal
...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...his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...! 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... | |
| |
