 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pàgines
...and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking.— Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had lived for his love, for his country he died,... | |
 | 1821 - 648 pàgines
...native plains, Every note which be loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for bis love, for bis country he died, They were all that to life entwined him, — Nor soon shall the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pàgines
...weeps, For her heart in his- cold grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had liv«d for his love, for his country he... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pàgines
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pàgines
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pàgines
...and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — • Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pàgines
...native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah! utile they think, who delight in hrr strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking! He had lived for his love, for his country he dit-il, They were all tint to life had entwined him. — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pàgines
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love, for his country he... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pàgines
...and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love, for his country he... | |
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She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking ; — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. 
