 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sun-beams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.  Tales of a tourist - Seite 189von Alicia Lefanu - 1823Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 452 Seiten
...during a long absence of many years, had I breathed the language adapted to one of the Irish melodies. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies. And sunbeams...arise. And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Can you not imagine with what a rush of gratified feeling they recurred to me now that I was pursuing... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 462 Seiten
...during a long absence of many years, had I breathed the language adapted to one of the Irish melodies. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies. And sunbeams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Can you not imagine with what a rush of gratified feeling they recurred to me now that I was pursuing... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna - 1838 - 456 Seiten
...language adapted to one of the Irish melodies. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sun beams melt along the silent sea : For then sweet dreams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Can you not imagine with what a rush of gratified feeling they recurred to me now that I was pursuing... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 Seiten
...She ne'er had left his lonely isle. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. AIR— The Twating of lite Кире. ow dear to me the hour when day-light dies, And sun-beams melt along the s:leut sea, or then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.... | |
 | 1842 - 858 Seiten
...solitary bark glided on, fancy pictured to us the gay and glittering illusion of some Lac des Fées. " How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams...sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And mem'ry breathes her vesper sigh to me." On the following morning, as we were quietly sipping our tea... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1845 - 364 Seiten
...during a long absence of many years, had I breathed the language adapted to one of the Irish melodies. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams...of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh1 to thee. Can you not imagine with what a rush of gratified feeling they recurred to me now that... | |
 | 1847 - 906 Seiten
...Above ! below ! good night ! all's well HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. AIR — The twitting of tht raft. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams...along the silent sea: For then sweet dreams of other daya arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And as I watch the line of light that plays... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 Seiten
...snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams...days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to (bee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 Seiten
...world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea; For then s>\veet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1852 - 376 Seiten
...during a long absence of many years, had I breathed the language adapted to one of the Irish melodies. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Can you not imagine with what a rush of gratified feeling they recurred to me now that I was pursuing... | |
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