 | Charles Phillips - 1851 - 476 oldal
...her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — ' Ah ! little think they who delight iu 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... | |
 | 1852 - 318 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Kvery 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... | |
 | 1853 - 390 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which ho loved awaking — Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking 1 He had lived for his love, for his country he died ; They were all that to life had entwined him... | |
 | 1852 - 460 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 :... | |
 | Edward Maturin - 1852 - 420 oldal
...sweetness, but melancholy to such a degree as to recall to the hearer that passage of the Irish bard, "Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" It seemed to speak a sorrow too deep even for the mystic hand of music to touch ; and yet whose... | |
 | John W. Burke - 1853 - 324 oldal
...is 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. lie had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ;... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1853 - 304 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild eongs 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 minatrel is breaking! He had lived for his love— for his country he dipd, They were nil that to life... | |
 | Emma Dorothy E. Nevitte Southworth - 1853 - 452 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plairrs, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! how little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the mins'.rel is breaking. Her voice faltered — -she paused. " Come ! no miserable, maudlin, mawkish... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 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... | |
 | 1854 - 344 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!" Her brother was unmanned, and he wept as only man can weep. The air changed and she continued: " Have... | |
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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. 
