 Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd...  Blackwood's Magazine - 377. oldal1839Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 248 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 't is thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own ! AF • 5 r - ' ' » - • * ~ '• 3 1 ,V •<-- '•>•'-'>: rt 1(11... | |
 | Ulick Joseph Bourke - 1860 - 474 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. EXERCISE CXXXIV. VOCABULARY. , requital. TV< i] i,\ ¡б, an exile,... | |
 | Charles Carroll Bombaugh - 1860 - 538 oldal
...— If the pulse of the patriot, soldicr, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own ; — an idea probably caught from HORACE'S Ode to Melpomene: — Totum... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. j Born 1781. 1 Died 1849. THE ConN-LAW RHYMER, as he is generally called,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - 580 oldal
...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Has throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. NOTES. LALLA EOOKH. Page 4. Those insignia of the Emperor' s favour.... | |
 | 1865 - 408 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. MY GENTLE HARP. Mr gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy... | |
 | 1852 - 620 oldal
...mine; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.' circle of associations and feelings. Among the poets of England, he... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1869 - 222 oldal
...sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. * In- that rebellious but beautiful song, " When Erin first rose,»... | |
 | Acrostics - 1871 - 312 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness 1 wak'd was thine own." 1. " What knight is this so weak and pale, Though the locks are yet... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 oldal
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; It was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. MY GENTLE HARP. My gentle Harp ! once more I waken The sweetmss of thy... | |
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