 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pages
...Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, Dear harp of my country ! farewell to thy numbers,...sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touchM by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pages
...hast them echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e v'n iu thy mirth it will steal from thee still. II. Dear Harp of my Country, farewell to thy numbers,...throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but on the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. * In that... | |
 | Selah Gridley - 1828 - 286 pages
...This sweet wreath 'of song is the la*t we shall twine ; Go — sleep, with the sunshine of fame o'er thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Has throlb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone, I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pages
...even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country! fnrcwetl to thy nnmbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine;...sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till r« in- it Л by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 pages
...sweet wreath of song is the laat we shall miar; Go, sleep, witli the sunshine of Fame on thy slunibrrv Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine....the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbh'd at our lay, Ч is thy glory alone» I was hut as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all... | |
 | Joaquín Lorenzo Villanueva - 1833 - 390 pages
...fancies within more moderate bounds, and confined their ascensions to more tangible aeras, have yet Dear Harp of my country ! farewell to thy numbers,...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... | |
 | Joaquín Lorenzo Villanueva - 1833 - 412 pages
...song is the last we shall twine ; 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... | |
 | 1835 - 320 pages
...oft hast 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,...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 IRISH... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 pages
...oft hast 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,...patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 't is thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness... | |
 | 1832 - 448 pages
...mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers. This tweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine. Go, sleep...Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I wan but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. Moore'i... | |
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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 was thy own. 
