 ... and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my...  The poetical works of Thomas Moore - Side 96af Thomas Moore - 1860Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 sider
...— In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days...Heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee !' On the whole, the songs accompanying the Irish melodies, contain, together with some faults, a proportion... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 sider
...Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall liv* The days of thy glory to see : , But the next dearest...Heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee !' On the whole, tbe songs accompanying the Irish melodies, contain, together with some faults, a proportion.... | |
 | 1813 - 554 sider
...thine: — In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine! Oh bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days...Heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee!' On the whole, the songs accompanying the Irish melodies, contain, together with some faults, a proportion... | |
 | 1813 - 562 sider
...thine: — In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine! Oh bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days...Heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee!' On the whole, the songs accompanying the Irish melodies, contain, together with some faults, a proportion... | |
 | 1813 - 558 sider
...thine: — In my last humble pray'r to ihe Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine! Oh bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see: But the next clearest blessing that Heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee!' On the whole, the songs... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 sider
...thine : In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine! 'Oh! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days...Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee. FRIENDfc FAR AWAY. Horace Twiss. COUNT not the hours, while their silent wings Thus waft them in fairy... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 sider
...earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the...for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. I. THE harp that once, through TARA'S halls, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on TARA'S walls... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 sider
...thine:— In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine! Oh! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The days...of thus dying for thee! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TORA'S HALLS. Ai B—Gramachree. THE harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 sider
...be mingled with mine ! Oh ! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live The clays of thv glorv to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven...of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH 'IAEA'S HALLS. A i R — Gramachree. IHE harp that once through Tara's halls. The soul of music shed,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 sider
...earliest love — Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the...for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. Am. — Gramachree. I. THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as... | |
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