 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
 | Edwin Emerson - 1900 - 700 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 thine own. The death of Wellington, on September 14, wasu^,.,^ felt as a national... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1879 - 252 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. MY GENTLE HARP. MY gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy... | |
 | Arthur Stanley - 1901 - 408 pàgines
...; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at thy 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. CLXX Thomas Moore. THE MAIDEN CITY WHERE Foyle her swelling waters Rolls... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1903 - 302 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. NATIONAL AIRS OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT OFT, in the stilly night, Ere... | |
 | Stephen Lucius Gwynn - 1904 - 224 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." Except in the Sacred Songs there is nothing in Moore's work fit to... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1905 - 230 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 waked was thy own." Except in the Sacred Songs there is nothing in Moore's work fit to... | |
 | 1905 - 622 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. XIII.-ECHO. HOW sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When,... | |
 | Charles Welsh - 1907 - 650 pàgines
...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; 'T was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thine own. FAIREST ! PUT ON AWHILE FAIREST! put on awhile These pinions of light... | |
 | Society of the Army of the Tennessee - 1907 - 330 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." Our own Longfellow sings, in his "Building of the Ship" : "Our hearts,... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1334 pàgines
...mine; 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. T. Moore 563. Harp of the North, Farewell! TTARP of the North, farewell!... | |
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