 | Thomas Moore - 1854 - 184 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note whieh he lov'd awaking ; — Ah 1 little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is hreaking. He had liv'd for his love, for his eountry he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1855 - 810 oldal
...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 her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had livM for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him ; Nor soon... | |
 | Rufus Claggett - 1855 - 208 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he ioved awaking — Ah ' little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! * Oarieh, gaudy, showy. He had lived for his love— for his country he died, They were all that... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 348 oldal
...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 her strains, How...died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him ; Xor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him. Oh ! make... | |
 | 1856 - 754 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild 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 breaking I He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ;... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1857 - 434 oldal
...lying. She sir.gs the wild song of her dear nutive plains, Every note which he loved awaking ; — Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. IRISH MELODIES He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined... | |
 | Louise de Cléron (comtesse d'Haussonville.) - 1858 - 298 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs 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 breaking! He had lived for his love, for his country he died— The were ail that to life had entwined him — Nor soon... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 oldal
...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 her strains, How...love, for his country he died, They were all that life had entwin'd him, — Tfor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love... | |
 | Severn river - 1859 - 408 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild 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 breaking. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs 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 breaking. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon... | |
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SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g 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. 
