 | 1818 - 596 oldal
...in his grave is 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...How the 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - 424 oldal
...are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 oldal
...are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved...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 shine... | |
 | 1821 - 648 oldal
...heart in hit grave is lying I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which be loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight...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 shall the... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 oldal
...in his grave is 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...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
...his grave is lying ! 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...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
...turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his- cold grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had liv«d for his love, for his country he died They were all that to life had entwined him, — Oh :... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 oldal
...in his grave is 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...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had liv'd for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him — Nor... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved...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... | |
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She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps. For her heart in his grave is lying. 
