Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd... Blackwood's Magazine - Pàgina 3771839Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
| Thomas Moore - 1880 - 642 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own THE EAST INDIAN. COME, May, with all thy flowers. Thy sweetly-scented... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 648 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused... | |
| Andrew James Symington - 1880 - 284 pàgines
...; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. If some of Moore's work seems artificial and laboured, these short lyrics... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes ' — " To music at night, When,... | |
| Alfred Mason Williams - 1881 - 470 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 't is thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thine own. CHAELES WOLFE. THE contribution of Charles Wolfe to literature was... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1881 - 900 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; It was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over. And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. MY GENTLE HARP. My gentle Harp ! once more I waken The swectm as of... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused... | |
| 1882 - 1434 pàgines
...71 If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; i y. Act I. Thon sweetness I wak'd was thy own. a. MOORE— Dear Harp of 3Iy Country. St. 2. Who dare to love their... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused... | |
| Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. THIS world is all a fleeting show,... | |
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