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" That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine. "
The British Poets - Страница 128
1865
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 46

1839 - 870 страница
...echo'd the deep note of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unwotthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Hath throbb'd at thy lay, 'tis...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Том 60

1819 - 838 страница
...echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. • Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the...
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Annual Register, Том 60

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 872 страница
...thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the...
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British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820 - 280 страница
...thon echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, cr lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly...
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Briefe an eine deutsche Edelfrau über die neuesten englischen Dichter

Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 страница
...of song is the last we shall twine ; Go , — sie KP , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, TM touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, saldier , or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay ,]*tis thy glory alone; J was but as the wind, passing...
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Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 272 страница
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 страница
...See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morui, in Miss Brooke's Reliques oflrish Poetry. II. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mineIf the -pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone...
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 страница
...thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine; Go,—sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy thau...
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Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 страница
...thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patri/.t, soldier, or lovet , Have throbb'd at our l»v,.'tis thy glory alone; I wa» but as the wind,...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Том 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 страница
...ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morni, in Miss BROOKE'S Reliques of Irish Poetry. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was lint as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. NUMBER VII....
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