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" 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 was thy own. "
The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc - Page 171
by Thomas Moore - 1823
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 46

1839
...bast thou echo'd the deep note of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. " Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unwotthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Hath throbb'd at thy lay, 'tis...
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Annual Register, Volume 60

Edmund Burke - History - 1819
...oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Volume 60

Edmund Burke - History - 1819
...hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. • Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbbed at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the...
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British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820
...oft hast thon echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, cr lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly...
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Briefe an eine deutsche Edelfrau: über die neusten englischen Dichter

Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 741 pages
...of song is the last we shall twine ; Go , — sie KP , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, TM touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, saldier , or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay ,]*tis thy glory alone; J was but as the wind, passing...
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Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...

Thomas Moore - Ballads, Irish - 1821 - 252 pages
...oft has thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers....soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy slory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all thy wild sweetness I wak'd was...
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - Ballads, English - 1821 - 259 pages
...the ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morui, in Miss Brooke's Reliques oflrish Poetry. II. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mineIf the -pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone...
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821
...oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, 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 thau...
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Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - Irish poetry (in English) - 1822 - 111 pages
...oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patri/.t, soldier, or lovet , Have throbb'd at our l»v,.'tis thy glory alone; I wa» but as the wind,...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823
...ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morni, in Miss BROOKE'S Reliques of Irish Poetry. II. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers,...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. NUMBER VII....
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