 | Sam McAughtry - 1987 - 196 oldal
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 | Mary Campbell - 1988 - 280 oldal
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1976 - 676 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,...tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall ions keep his memory green in our souls. Pollin (13) adds that the poem is in memory of Moore's friend... | |
 | Patrick A. McCarthy - 1992 - 296 oldal
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 | Henri Duparc - 1995 - 132 oldal
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 | Gregory A. Schirmer - 1998 - 460 oldal
...nationalist feeling might be generated by considering what Emmet stood for and what happened to him: But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,...it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.17 The poem may carry a submerged threat, especially in that final line, but the promised land... | |
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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... 
