 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, every note that he lov'd 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 entwin'd him: nor soon... | |
 | Viscountess Mary Woolley Gibbings Cotton Combermere, William Wallingford Knollys - 1866 - 432 oldal
...songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — HER DEATH AND BURIAL. 103 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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 oldal
...lying. 2. 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. 3. He had li ved for his love — for his country he died ; They were all that to life had entwined... | |
 | Samuel M. Kennedy - 1867 - 530 oldal
...lying. She singa 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1905 - 230 oldal
...lying. " She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking: — Ah I 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 entwin'd him ; Nor soon... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1905 - 138 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. i from Latin in, not, re, back, and vocnre, 3 Thomas Moore, horn in Dublin, M;iy 28, to call: beyond... | |
 | Georg Morris Cohen Brandes - 1906 - 394 oldal
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note that he loved awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking 1 He had lived for her love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ;... | |
 | Charles Welsh - 1907 - 650 oldal
...heart. 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... | |
 | Andrew Lang, John Churton Collins - 1907 - 588 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. Moore's fame was sudden and early, but never flagged while he lived. His verses are easily criticised,... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 636 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. 
