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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 even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly... "
Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1821 - 252 oldal
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The Lady's Miscellany, Or, Weekly Visitor, for the Use and ..., 14-15. kötet

1811 - 610 oldal
...memory lives in music's breath. Music O '. how faint, how weak, Lrngiiage faints bef.Te the spell; Who should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendships balmy wo- d» may feign Love's are ever more false than they, O ! 'tis only music's strain,...

The Juvenile Port-folio, and Literary Miscellany, 1. kötet

Thomas Condie - 1813 - 262 oldal
...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,...

The Boston Spectator: Devoted to Politicks and Belles-lettres, 1. kötet

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...

Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and ..., 1-3. kötet

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...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...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, Its memory lives...than they; Oh! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS ilOMEXT SHED 1 . AIR—The Sixpence. IT is not the...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...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...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

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 !...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 ,\DT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...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...

The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., 4. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 oldal
...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...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 oldal
...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...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...




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