 | 1856 - 754 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, • 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... | |
 | Caroline Lee Hentz - 1856 - 304 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.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1857 - 434 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... | |
 | Louise de Cléron (comtesse d'Haussonville.) - 1858 - 298 oldal
...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 364 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 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,...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 oldal
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 174 oldal
...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...his memory green in our souls. WHEN HE WHO ADORES TiIEE. Air — " The fox's sleep," WHEN he who adores thec* has loft but the name Of his fault and... | |
 | Cornelius Moore - 1859 - 516 oldal
...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 grave where he sleeps ; FOR THE CRAFT. 53. HYMN. me lattlhtj Unveil thy bosom, faith - ful Unveil thy bosom, faith - ful... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1860 - 782 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,...though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory greeu in our souls. WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE. WHEM he, who adores thee. has left but the name Of his... | |
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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... 
