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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
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1829 - 408 oldal
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Wild Jack: Or, The Stolen Child: and Other Stories. Including the Celebrated ...

Caroline Lee Hentz - 1854 - 261 oldal
...night-dew that falls, though in silence it weep, Shall brighten with verdure the graves where they sleep ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep their memory green in our souls." Lot us pause one moment, to pay a passing tribute to their virtues....

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With a Memoir, 2. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1855
...and dark, be the tears that we shed, As thf 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, I h ! say wilt...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, 4. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1856
...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,...it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our soub. WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE. WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his...

Lives of the Illustrious, 1-2. kötet

1856
...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, • Shall brighten with verdure the grave whore he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep our memory...

The Banished Son: And Other Stories of the Heart

Caroline Lee Hentz - 1856 - 261 oldal
...night-dew that falls, though in silence it weep, Shall brighten with verdure the graves where they sleep ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep their memory green in our souls." Let us pause one moment, to pay a passing tribute to their virtues....

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1857 - 420 oldal
...tJmt we slird, As tlie mght-dew that tails on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that fiills, though in silence it weeps Shall brighten with verdure the grave where lie sleeps And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep liis memory green...

Robert Emmet [by L. de Cléron].

Louise de Cléron (comtesse d'Haussonville.) - 1858
...grass o'er bis head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten wich verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that...it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our soûls !. Ailleurs , Thomas Moore , confondant les deux passions qui animèrent la vie du jeune héros...

Poetry and Pictures from Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1858 - 336 oldal
...the night-dew that falls on the gross o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silenee it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in seeret it rolls, Shall Ions; keep bis memory green in our souls, BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING...

Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).

Thomas Moore - 1859
...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 thou...

Irish melodies, songs, and poems

Thomas Moore - 1859
...we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the...memory green in our souls. WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE. -" The fox's sleep." WHEN he who adores thee* has left but the namo Of his fault and his sorrow behind,...




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