 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 Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 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 - 498 pàgines
...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 was thy own. THIS WORLD is ALL A FLEETING SHOW. THIS world is all a fleeting show,... | |
 | Gems - 1884 - 408 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 waked was thy own OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. THOMAS MOORE. OFT in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1884 - 458 pàgines
...If the heart of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'twas thy glory alone : I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thine own." I think we may use the image of the wind in another sense ; we may... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - 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... | |
 | Richard S. Rhodes - 1885 - 444 pàgines
...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 was thy own! #» FIRST LINES. PAGE" A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun-- 291... | |
 | Louis H. Taché - 1887 - 1038 pàgines
...pourquoi If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'its thy glory alone ; l was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own ! " les revenus diminuèrent constamment dans ce beau et fertile pays.... | |
 | 1887 - 842 pàgines
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our la}-, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. MY GENTLE HARP. MY gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy... | |
 | Barry O'Connor - 1890 - 420 pàgines
...that did it all through me. I was but the instrument, or, as the national bard would put it : " ' I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own.' "And now, gentlemen, if I took the umbrella — and we will admit for... | |
 | William Shepard Walsh - 1892 - 1114 pàgines
...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy к'(|ГУ alone : I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over. And all the wild sweetness I waked w.is thy own. Dear ííarf о/ту Country. Diner-out of the highest lustre. This... | |
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