 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 - Seite 3771839Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Archibald M'Sparran - 1846 - 252 Seiten
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'twas thy glory alone; ' I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over ; And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thine own. MOORE. * • THE IRISH LEGEND, &c, CHAPTER I. AT the time that Britain... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1852 - 620 Seiten
...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.' Well then may Ireland accept Moore as her national and popular poet.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 446 Seiten
...illum'd all the volume, her Wellington's name." And in the address to the Harp of his Country, " I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own." It is the merit of these passages that they do not merely represent... | |
 | mrs. Gordon - 1854 - 400 Seiten
...— If the heart of the patriot, soldier or lover, Have thrilled 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. While the eyes of Herbert, on his part, were bent, with still increasing... | |
 | Archibald M'Sparran - 1854 - 284 Seiten
...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 thine own. M IRISH LEG CHAPTER IAT the time that Britain was so much harrassed... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1855 - 810 Seiten
...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. MY gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1858 - 394 Seiten
...the heart of the patriot, soldicr, or lover, „ Have throbb'd at our lay, 'twas thy glory alone } I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'U was thine own." I think we may use the image of the wind in another sense; we may... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 364 Seiten
...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. 55 REUBEN AND ROSE. A TALE OP ROMANCE. HE darkness that hung upon Willumberg's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 Seiten
...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. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Joys that pass away like this, Alas ! are purchased... | |
 | 1859 - 78 Seiten
...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 thine own ! I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME. ш mourn the hopes me, If thy... | |
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