 | 1839 - 870 страница
...fall !" melodies of his country to verse, which, if not immortal, is very pleasing and very popular. " Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee. The cold chain of silence had bung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thec, And gave all thy chords to... | |
 | 1819 - 838 страница
...like the wood that grows precious in burning, GaTe out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame. 2. DEAR Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee. The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee. And gave all thy chords to light, freedom... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 страница
...soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame. DEAR Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 страница
...midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me. THE FAREWELL TO MY HARP. T. Moore. DEAR Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own (.sland Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 страница
...electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when through the frame It shoots from brimming glasses. Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Sages can, they say, Grasp the lightning's pinions, And bring down its ray So We, Sages, sit, And 'mid... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 страница
...precious in burning — Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame ! FILL THE BUMPER FAIR. I. FILL the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when thro' the frame It shoots from brimming glasses.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 страница
...burning, Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisita flame ! FILL THE BUMPER FAIR: AIR — / ol, and Joan, FILL the bumper fair Every drop we sprinkle, O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wriukle. Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when through the frame It shoots fmui brimming... | |
 | 1823 - 916 страница
...etc. **+*) Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! etc. *****) Irish Melodies. Sixth Number: Dear Harp of my Country, in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy cords to light , freedom and... | |
 | 1823 - 378 страница
...Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! etc. *****) Irish Melodies. Sivth Number: Dear Harp of ray Country, in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, \Vhen proudly , my own Island Harp , I unbound thee, And gave all thy cortls to light, freedom... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 страница
...electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when through the frame It shoots from brimming glasses. Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care, Smoothes away a wrinkle. n. Sages can, they nay, Grasp the lightning's pinions, And bring down its... | |
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DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song... 
