 Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom can draw ; Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing : Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest...  Schelling Anniversary Papers - Page 243by Schelling anniversary papers - 1923 - 341 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 pages
...Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall without measure; But rapture and beauty they cannot recall ! " Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, Erin Mavouruin... | |
 | Popular poetry - 1862 - 246 pages
...cannot recall. But yet, all its fond recollections suppressing, One dying wish my fond bosom snail draw ; Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing,...Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean, And the harp-striking bards sing aloud... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 pages
...? Tears like the rain-drops may fall without measure ; But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. " Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my forefathers, Erin-go-bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 pages
...Tears, like the rain-drops, may fall, without measure, But rapture, and beauty, they cannot recall ! Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw : Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing, Land of my forefathers ! EBiN-Go-BEAGH !... | |
 | Richard Francis Cronnelly - 1864 - 150 pages
...treasure ? Tears like the rain- drop may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall 1 Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...Erin go Bragh. Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean, And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 pages
...? Tears, like the raindrop, may fall without measure ; But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. ' Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest Isle of the Ocean : And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion Erin mavournin... | |
 | 1866 - 524 pages
...treasure ? Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, — sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devo'• tion,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1866 - 506 pages
...treasure ? Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh I Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, — sweetest isle of the ocean... | |
 | Words - 1866 - 368 pages
...treasure ? Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying...bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! Erin-go-bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pages
...Tears, like the rain drops, may fall, without measure, But rapture, and beauty, they cannot recall ! Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw : Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing, Land of my forefathers ! ERIN-GO-BBAGH !... | |
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