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" OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew... "
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc ... - 291. oldal
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Goodrich's Fourth Reader

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 312 oldal
...dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. 9. " But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." 1 LESSON CX. The Broken Heart. 1. IN happier days and fairer fortunes, Robert Emmett, noticed in the...

The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music & Romance, 5. kötet

...and deep be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in silence it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." the music and the verse ought to...

Selections from the British Poets, 2. kötet

1840
...and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS HAT GLOW. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While...

Selections from the British Poets, 2. kötet

1840
...and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory greeu in our souls. AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAT GLOW. As a beam o'er the face of the...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, 3. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1841
...and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...memory green in our souls. WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE. WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt...

The token and Atlantic souvenir: a Christmas and New Year's present

1841
...the tears that we shed, As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. " But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." Such is the pathetic story of Robert Emmet ; and thus the generous beatings of a noble heart for his...

Sketches from a Student's Window

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1841 - 311 oldal
...the tears that we shed, As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. " But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." Such is the pathetic story of Robert Emmet ; and thus the generous beatings of a noble heart for his...

Sketches from a Student's Window

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1841 - 311 oldal
...that we shed, As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. " But the night dew that falla, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls." Such is the pathetic story of Robert Emmet ; and thus the generous beatings of a noble heart for his...

Sketches from a Student's Window

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1841 - 311 oldal
...the tears that we shed, As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. " But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten...we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep bis memory green in our souls." Such is the pathetic story of Robert Emmet ; and thus the generous...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

1844 - 509 oldal
...night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weepe, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...memory green in our souls. WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE. WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt...




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