 | 1840 - 378 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... | |
 | B. Bowing - 1840 - 436 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... | |
 | 1840 - 368 oldal
...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 shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
 | 1842 - 608 oldal
...LEONORA. " 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." Moort. It was the evening of that welcome day, Whose close unto the child of toil brings rest ; The... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 oldal
...lying. 2. 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. 3. He had liv'd for his love — for his country he died ; They were all that to life had entwin'd... | |
 | 1847 - 640 oldal
...! " 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 !*' Her brother was unmanned, and he wept as only man can weep. The air changed, and she continued... | |
 | Daniel Owen Madden - 1844 - 358 oldal
...Washington Irving have done much to entwine Emmett's with many tender associations — " He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined to him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
 | Robert Emmet - 1845 - 140 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking; jAh ! little they think who delight in her strains, How...heart of the minstrel is breaking. "He had liv'd for Ms love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him; I^or .soon shall the... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 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 j They were all that to life had intwined him — Nor... | |
 | 1845 - 606 oldal
...her a song ! — melody in her heaviness! Often did tin: words of Moore rise into my mind — " Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" One night — I shall never forget it — she was asked to sing one of those beautiful Irish melodies,... | |
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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. 
