 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 1281865Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Patrick John Kenedy - 1898 - 512 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...sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touched by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1879 - 252 страница
...then echo'd the deep sigh of Badness, That ev'u in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till tonch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have... | |
 | Arthur Stanley - 1901 - 408 страница
...thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1902 - 850 страница
...thou 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 wreath of song is the last we shall twine I Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1903 - 302 страница
...mirth it will steal from thee still. Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touched by some hand less unworthy than 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... | |
 | Stephen Lucius Gwynn - 1904 - 242 страница
...closed with the beautiful lyric in which the singer bade farewell to this way of poetry .— " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine." The farewell, as it proved, was only'temporary, but it indicates that Moore felt the inspiration failing... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1905 - 230 страница
...closed with the beautiful lyric in which the singer bade farewell to this way of poetry: — " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine." The farewell, as it proved, was only temporary, but it indicates that Moore felt the inspiration failing... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1907 - 318 страница
...Kingdom of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear." And again : — "Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...sleep, with the Sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touched by some hand less unworthy than mine. "If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have... | |
 | Charles Welsh - 1907 - 646 страница
...thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet...sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touched by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1907 - 856 страница
...them 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 wreath of song is the last we shall twine 1 Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than... | |
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