 | 1818 - 596 oldal
...MOORE, ESQ. 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. She sinus the wild songs of her dear nAtirt plains, Ev'ry note which he lov'd awaking— Ah! little they... | |
 | 1820 - 856 oldal
...But coldly she turns from their gaze, mad weeps, For her heart in his grave ii lying. She sings tin: wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awnking— Ab ! little they think, who delight in her strains, BOW the heart of the minstrel is breaking... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 oldal
...following lines : 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. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - 424 oldal
...following lines : 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. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...the Door. 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...LAND. I. 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 ! II. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah... | |
 | 1821 - 648 oldal
...her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weep(, For her 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 in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 oldal
...lines ;* 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...strains, 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 —... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - 402 oldal
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Eveiy note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think,...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 —... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...dtt Door. SHE is far from the land, where her young here sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she 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... | |
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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. 
