 That ev'n 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 touch'd by some hand less unworthy...  The Dublin Penny Journal - Page 321832Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Moore - Folk music - 1859 - 248 pages
...-*-*— «h*•MMHHI -MMn ' |/ 1 jn.jT]^.^ Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ; Go, —...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Folk songs, Irish - 1859 - 212 pages
...sball twine, Go,— deep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touob'd by some hand leu unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier,...Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone, I was but as the wind, pauing beedleuly over, And all thy wild sweetneu I wak'd was thy own 1 JOYS THAT... | |
 | Folk songs, Irish - 1859 - 78 pages
...mirth it will steal from thee still. 2 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 than mino. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Folk songs, Irish - 1859 - 174 pages
...the ranks." See also the ode to Gaul, the son of Morni, in Miss Drooke's Reliques of Irish Poetry. Go, — sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some band less unworthy than mint. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our... | |
 | Ulick Joseph Bourke - Irish language - 1860 - 474 pages
...sadness, 386 SELF-INSTKUCTION IN IKISH. II. Dear Harp oí my country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ; Go, sleep...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. EXERCISE... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1860 - 782 pages
...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...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have tlirobb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1861 - 778 pages
...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...of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand leas unworthy than mine; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay,... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 pages
...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,...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. j Born... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - 580 pages
...mirth it will steal from thee still 1 "Dear Harp of my country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep,...slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than miue J If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Has throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone... | |
 | 1865 - 408 pages
...Miss Brooke's Rettques of Iritk Poetry. Dear Ilarp of my country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep...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... | |
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