 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
 | John Cooke - 1909 - 818 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. 34 Oh I 'Breathe not his ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the... | |
 | Wehman Bros - 1909 - 132 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* SHAMUS O'BRIEN. Oh I sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn As it... | |
 | Michael Monahan - 1914 - 296 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. Viewed simply in their relation to literature, we shall easily tolerate... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 pàgines
...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb 'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; 16 I this the ma ST, sweetness I wak'd was thy own. From NATIONAL AIES 1815 OH, COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS renetian Air... | |
 | University of Michigan. University Musical Society - 1920 - 642 pàgines
...mine. 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. THOMAS MOORE. (b) "CALLER HERRIN," - - SCOTTISH Are Wha'll buy caller1... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 pàgines
...8 If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I , sweetness I wak'd was thy own. MOORE — Dear Harp of My Country. St. 2. 8 "This must be music," said... | |
 | Francis Meehan - 1928 - 764 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. Francis Sylvester Mahony (1804-1866). Spending most of his years abroad... | |
 | Thomas Moore, Daniel Maclise - 2000 - 290 pàgines
...; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetuess I wak'd was thy ownI , the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's ehain wove ; en my... | |
 | Stephen Regan - 2004 - 628 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. The harp that once through Tara 's halls* (1807) The harp that once... | |
 | Murray Pittock - 2008 - 306 pàgines
...'If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; It was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I woke was thy own!' Here Moore's image of the chain, found several times in his work, is... | |
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