 | Padraic O'Farrell - 1998 - 232 oldal
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 | Rachel R. Baum - 1999 - 188 oldal
...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. -Thomas Moore (1779-1852) People Liked Him People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame;... | |
 | Graham Johnson, Richard Stokes - 2002 - 572 oldal
...secret répandues, conserveront sa mémoire fraîche et verte dans nos Shall make the grass green on the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed,...rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. cœurs. 10 Extase (Jean Lahor) Sur un lys pâle mon cœur dort D'un sommeil doux comme la mort: Mort... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 2000 - 366 oldal
...brass, their virtues | We write in water'. 13. Echoes Thomas Moore's 'Oh! Breathe Not His Name', 7-8: 'And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,...| Shall long keep his memory green in our souls'. 14. Cf. Keats's 'Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil', 425-6, where the woman hides her murdered lover's... | |
 | Jeffery W. Vail - 2001 - 276 oldal
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 | Thomas Moore - 2001 - 667 oldal
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 | Laurence M. Geary - 2001 - 248 oldal
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 | Patrick M. Geoghegan - 2002 - 388 oldal
...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,...sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret in rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. 48 WB Yeats noted the irony that the British... | |
 | Luke Eastman - 2003 - 212 oldal
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 | Thomas Moore - 2003 - 260 oldal
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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... 
