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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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Nova Hibernia: Irish Poets and Dramatists of Today and Yesterday

Michael Monahan - 1914 - 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 waked was thy own. Viewed simply in their relation to literature, we shall easily tolerate...
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English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic Movement

George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1432 páginas
...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb 'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; 16 I this the ma ST, sweetness I wak'd was thy own. From NATIONAL AIES 1815 OH, COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS renetian Air...
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Program of the Ann Arbor May Festival, Edições 27-30

University of Michigan. University Musical Society - 1920
...mine. 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. THOMAS MOORE. (b) "CALLER HERRIN," - - SCOTTISH Are Wha'll buy caller1...
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HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS

KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922
...8 If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I , sweetness I wak'd was thy own. MOORE — Dear Harp of My Country. St. 2. 8 "This must be music," said...
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Moore's Irish Melodies: The Illustrated 1846 Edition

Thomas Moore, Daniel Maclise - 2000 - 280 páginas
...; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetuess I wak'd was thy ownI , the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's ehain wove ; en my...
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Irish Writing: An Anthology of Irish Literature in English 1789-1939

Stephen Regan - 2004 - 549 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 thy own. The harp that once through Tara 's halls* (1807) The harp that once...
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Scottish and Irish Romanticism

Murray Pittock - 2008 - 304 páginas
...'If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; It was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I woke was thy own!' Here Moore's image of the chain, found several times in his work, is...
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The Calendar of Owens college, Manchester

Manchester univ - 1877
...ethereal flame Kindled he was, and blasted ; for to be Thus, and enamour'd, were in him the same. (d) I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. (e) The soul of Adonais, like a star Beams from the abode where the...
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Poems

Thomas Moore - 1865
...If \.-he 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 thy own. NOTES. LALLA ROOKH. ' t Page 4. Those insignia of the Emperor's favour....
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The London Quarterly Review, Volume 10

William Lonsdale Watkinson, William Theophilus Davison - 1858
...sang are scarcely less exanimate than the instrument that once he smote. Most truly did he say, ' I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild music I waked was thine own.' In speaking of Moore we have so far anticipated our subject as to dispose...
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