Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream. The new Whig guide - Seite 114von Viscount Henry John Temple Palmerston, John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 240 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1812
...forgot Which first love traced ; » Still it, lingering, haunts tlie greenest spot On memory's waste. 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed, Twas morning's winged...light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream !' . Of his grace and facility in narrative, our readers may take the ballad called ' Eveleen's Bower,'... | |
 | 1812
...ne'er forgot Which tint love traced , Still it, lingering, haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. Twas odour fled As soon as shed, 'Twas morning's winged...that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream!' Of his grace and facility in narrative, our readers may take the ballad called ' Eveleen's Bower,'... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero - 1812
...ne'er forgot Which first love traced ; Still it, lingering, haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste. Twas odour fled As soon as shed, , 'Twas morning's...dream ! Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On lite's dull stream ! Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On lite's dull stream !' Of his grace... | |
 | 1813 - 424 Seiten
...ne'er forgot Which first love trac'd ; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ; •Twas odour fled As soon as shed, 'Twas morning's...light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream ! TO JBY XW SPEJWER, ESQ, {FROM THE ENGLISH MINSTREISY.I Too late I staid... forgive the crime, Unheeded... | |
 | British melodies - 1820
...ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd ; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed ; 'Twas morning's...that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! TO-NIGHT. fltrarf Twiss'. . OH! cast not a damp on this hour of delight, Nor check the glad pulse which... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 252 Seiten
...ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd ; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed, 'Twas morning's...that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream. 134 THE PRINCE'S DAY.* AIR—" St. Patrick's Day.* THOUGH dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 Seiten
...ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd ; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed ; 'Twas morning's...that ne'er can shine again, On life's dull stream ! THE PRINCE'S DAY *. THO' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them, And smile thro' our tears,... | |
 | 1821 - 144 Seiten
...forgot, Which first love traced ; Still it lingering hailnts the greeriisS spot ' On memory's waste ! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed, 'Twas morning's...! Oh ! 'twas light, that ne'er can shine again On life 'e dull stream. TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth. Merrily oh ! merrily oh... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821
...forgot, Which first love has traced; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On Memory's waste! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's...stream! Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again THE PRINCE'S DAY 1 . THOUGH DARK ARE OUR SORROWS. AIR—St. Patrick's Day. THOUGH dark are our sorrows,... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 764 Seiten
...ne'er forgot Which first love trac'd ; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste ! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed, Twas Morning's winged...light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream ! MOORE. Whatever may be the infidelity of man, however his passions may cool with age, yet woman is... | |
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