 Fame on thy slumbers, 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Side 3771839Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 sider
...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, cr 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'dv,7as thy own ! A?,'D THOU ART DEAD. iorrf Eyrtn, AND thou art dead, as young and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 sider
...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have thfobb'd at our lay, 'tis Ay glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own! MY GENTLE HARP. Am—The Coina or Dirge. MY gentle Harp! once more I... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 sider
...mineIf 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. SEVENTH NUMBER. As slow our ship her foamy (rack Against the wind was... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 sider
...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 waked was thy own. NUMBER VII. ADVERTISEMENT. IF I had consulted only my own judgment,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 sider
...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. My gentle harp ! Mr— The Coina, or Dirge. My gentle harp ! once more... | |
 | Selah Gridley - 1828 - 286 sider
...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 the wild sweetness I waked was thine own. JUDGMENT HYMN. How blest were those enraptur'd eyes, That saw the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 sider
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have tlirobb'd at our lay, 'I is thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness 1 waked was thy own. I he rt ilm rebellion* bat I*« till Tu I »oog. - When Erin first ran-..... | |
 | Joaquín Lorenzo Villanueva - 1833 - 412 sider
...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 the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. Moore's Irish Melodies. * The comparison of these names with that of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 sider
...If the pulse of the 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 I waked was thy own. No. VII. IF I had consulted only my own judgment, this Work would not... | |
 | 1835 - 320 sider
...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! THE IRISH HAYMAKER. And my father he was, yes he was, a stay-maker,... | |
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