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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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LECTURES AND ERMONS

THOMS X BURKE - 1872
...mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Has 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." Yes ; Ireland's poet was a lover of his country, and was smitten...
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The Sermons, Lectures, and Addresses

Thomas Nicolas Burke - 1872 - 417 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 1 waked was thine own. Yes ; Ireland's poet was a lover of his country, and was smitten with...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes, Edição 354

Thomas Moore - 1872
...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 sweetmss of thy...
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Gleanings for the Curious from the Harvest Fields of Literature: A Melange ...

Charles Carroll Bombaugh - 1874 - 864 páginas
...— If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone j I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own ; — an idea probably caught from HORACE'S Ode to Melpomene: — Totum...
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Irish melodies and Songs

Thomas Moore - 1874 - 144 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 thy own. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. JOYS that pass away like this, Alas ! are purchased...
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GLEANINGS FOR THE CURIOUS FROM THE HARVEST-FIELDS OF LITERATURE

1875
...— 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 ; — an idea probably caught from HORACE'S Ode to Melpomene: — Totum...
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The Pacific Coast First [-fifth] Reader, Volume 5

1875
...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 waked was thy own. SWISS AIR. G. But wake the trumpet's blast again, And rouse the ranks...
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The Illustrated Catholic Family Annual for ..., Volumes 11-14

1878
...song "If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Has throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over. And all the wild sweetness I waked w» thy own." In short, in the Melodies Moore did for Ireland what Burns did for...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the Author

Thomas Moore, John Francis Waller - 1879 - 552 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 wak'd was thy own. SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING. Si'BLiME was the warning that Liberty spoke,...
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The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary ed

James Burke - 1879
...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 1 wak'd was thy own. WHERE IS THE SLAVE? Where is the slave so lowly, Condemned to chains...
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