 | Thomas Condie - 1813 - 262 oldal
...song, That once was heard in happier hours Filled with balm, the gale sighs on Tho' the flowers have sunk in death ; So when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in MUSIC'S breath ! Mnsic! — Oh ! howfaint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak,... | |
 | 1814 - 258 oldal
...sunk in death : So when pleasure's dream is gone, Us memory lives in musick's breath ! Musick ! — oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before thy spell , Why should feeling ever tpeai, Thou canst breathe her soul so well. Friendship's balmy words may feign ; Love's are e'en more... | |
 | 1818 - 596 oldal
...when pleasure's dream is gone, Its mem'ry lives in Music's breath I Music ! oh how weak, how faint, Language fades before thy spell Why should feeling ever speak. When thou canst breathe her soul BO well! Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they, Oh ! 'tis only Music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...flow'rs, Is the grateful breath of song, Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on, Though the flow'rs have sunk in death: So, when pleasure's dream is gone,...well? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray! IT IS NOT... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...That once was heard in happier hours ; FilFd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! III. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...in death . So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory fives in Music's breath !f Music! oh! Low faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell !...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; OIi ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray ! IT IS... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 oldal
...That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! m. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! HI. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 oldal
...That once was heard in happier hours. Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death : So, when pleasure's dream is gone,...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! It is... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 oldal
...breath ! * " Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is Ijb•ly.—St, Paul, 2 Corinthians, iii. 17. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades...thy spell ! Why Should feeling ever speak, When thou can breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than... | |
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Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly... 
