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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 - Página 377
1839
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The Irish Legend; Or, M'Donnell, and the Norman De Borgos: A Biographical Tale

Archibald M'Sparran - 1846 - 238 páginas
...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...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 15

Henry Allon - 1852
...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....
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Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence of Thomas Moore: Memoirs of myself ...

Thomas Moore - 1853
...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...
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Sir Gervase Grey, Volume 2

mrs. Gordon - 1854
...— 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...
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The Irish Legend; Or M'Donnell, and the Norman de Borgos:: A Biographical Tale

Archibald M'Sparran - 1854 - 272 páginas
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With a Memoir, Volume 2

Thomas Moore - 1855
...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...
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Poetry and Pictures from Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1858 - 336 páginas
...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...
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The Lyrics of Ireland

Samuel Lover - 1858 - 360 páginas
...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...
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Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).

Thomas Moore - 1859
...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...
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One Hundred Songs of Ireland: Music and Words

1859 - 64 páginas
...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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