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" Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song... "
The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1823
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Blackwood's Magazine, 46. kötet

1839 - 870 oldal
...The cold chain of silence had bung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thec, And gave all thy chords to light freedom and song...waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But so oft bast thou echo'd the deep note of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. "...

The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., 60. kötet

1819 - 838 oldal
...Country ! in darkness I found thee. The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee. And gave all...oft hast 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,...

Annual Register, 60. kötet

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 oldal
...Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all...oft hast 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,...

British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820 - 280 oldal
...darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own (.sland Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light,...gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; Bat so oft hast thon echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee...

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Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 oldal
...found tliee, The cold cJiain of Silence had hang o'er tliee long, f-Vheu proudly , my own Island1 s Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light...warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken' d thy fandest, thy liveliest thrili; Bnt so oft hast thou echoed the detp sigh of sadness, That...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long*, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all...oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. * In that rebellious but beautiful Song, " When Erin...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...Country! in darkness 1 found thee, The cold chain of silence 1 had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song! 1 In that rebellious but beautiful song " When Erin first rose" there is, if I recollect right, the...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...palace, at Almhaim, where the attending bards, anxious, if possible, to produce a cessaWhen proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all...fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of...

Hermes, Oder, Kritisches Jahrbuch Der Literatur, 20. kötet

1823 - 378 oldal
...had hung o'er thee long, \Vhen proudly , my own Island Harp , I unbound thee, And gave all thy cortls to light, freedom and song! The warm lay of love and...thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; But, so oft hast thnu echoed the deep sigh of sadnes;, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. t (ЗфаЬе...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 oldal
...country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,5 0 When proudly, my own island harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all...so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, Dear harp of my country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine...




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