 THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er...  The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with life - Side 402af Thomas Moore - 1866 - 490 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1839 - 870 sider
...of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. " Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh no ! it was sium-thing more exquisite still. " 'Twos that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 sider
...my heart. H. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and freshest of green ; Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or...Oh ! no. — it was something more exquisite still. III. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 sider
...from thee : Then let mem'ry bring thee, Strains 1 us'd to sing thee, Oh! then remember me.' Tet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and freshest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Ob ! no, — it waa something more... | |
 | 1821 - 154 sider
...of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, When... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 sider
...feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. II. Yet, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still. III. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 sider
...summer of the year 1807. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of chrystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill! Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still:— Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 sider
...of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas riot the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still: — 'Twas... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 sider
...feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. II. Yet, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still. III. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 sider
...feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. n. Yet, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...Oh! no — it was something more exquisite still. m. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 sider
...of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When... | |
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