 That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine; Go, sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touched by some hand less unworthy...  The British Quarterly Review - Page 507edited by - 1852Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Costley - 1897 - 378 pages
...thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear harp...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... | |
 | Northwest Territories Council of Public Instruction - 1897 - 628 pages
...sentence containing two dependent co-ordinate clauses. Principles of Reading. Time — One hour. 1. Dear Harp of my country, farewell to thy numbers,...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... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1897 - 320 pages
...from the Kingdom of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear." And again : — " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...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... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1897 - 320 pages
...Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine. LALLA ROOKH, 157 Go sleep, with the Sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,...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... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1897 - 322 pages
...farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine. LALLA ROOKH. 157 Go bleep, with the Sunshine of Fame on thy .slumbers, Till touched...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... | |
 | Patrick John Kenedy - 1898 - 512 pages
...thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But so oft has thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear harp...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... | |
 | Arthur Stanley - 1901 - 408 pages
...song is the last we shall twine! Go, sleep with the sunshine of 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 thy lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1903 - 302 pages
...oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,...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... | |
 | Stephen Lucius Gwynn - 1904 - 242 pages
...song is the last we shall twine! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine : If the pulse...passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own." Except in the Sacred Songs there is nothing in Moore's work fit to stand beside... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1905 - 230 pages
...song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine: If the pulse...passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own." Except in the Sacred Songs there is nothing in Moore's work fit to stand beside... | |
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