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" 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 - Page 377
1839
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti

Thomas Moore - 1880 - 642 pages
...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 THE EAST INDIAN. COME, May, with all thy flowers. Thy sweetly-scented...
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The English Poets: Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880 - 648 pages
...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. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused...
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Thomas Moore, the Poet: His Life and Works

Andrew James Symington - Literary Criticism - 1880 - 284 pages
...; 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. If some of Moore's work seems artificial and laboured, these short lyrics...
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Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880 - 650 pages
...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. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes ' — " To music at night, When,...
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The Poets and Poetry of Ireland: With Historical and Critical Essays and Notes

Alfred Mason Williams - English poetry - 1881 - 470 pages
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed 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 thine own. CHAELES WOLFE. THE contribution of Charles Wolfe to literature was...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &c

Thomas Moore - 1881 - 900 pages
...If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; It was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over. And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own. MY GENTLE HARP. My gentle Harp ! once more I waken The swectm as of...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., Volume 4

Matthew Arnold - English poetry - 1881 - 654 pages
...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. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused...
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The Cyclopædia of Practical Quotations: English and Latin, with an Appendix ...

Quotations, English - 1882 - 1434 pages
...71 If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; i y. Act I. Thon sweetness I wak'd was thy own. a. MOORE— Dear Harp of 3Iy Country. St. 2. Who dare to love their...
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The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Wordsworth to Dobell ...

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pages
...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. ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused...
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With the Poets: A Selection of English Poetry

Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 326 pages
...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. THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. THIS world is all a fleeting show,...
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