 | 1839 - 880 Seiten
...feeling and life must depart. Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. " Yet it tea* not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...something more exquisite still. " Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how... | |
 | 1840 - 368 Seiten
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 396 Seiten
...whose bosom the bright waters meet f ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that... | |
 | 1843 - 120 Seiten
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no,—it was something more exquisite still. 'T was that... | |
 | James Johnson - 1844 - 400 Seiten
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh 1 the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart! Yet...'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill— Oh 1 no—it was something more exquisite still! 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near.... | |
 | James Johnson - 1844 - 406 Seiten
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh t the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet...'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh I no — it was something more exquisite still t 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near,... | |
 | 1854 - 694 Seiten
...bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that volley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature...scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1844 - 800 Seiten
...visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807. * The rivers Avon and Avoca. 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was...exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my hosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms... | |
 | 1847 - 906 Seiten
...vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...something more exquisite still. Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - 856 Seiten
...It is forgotten that he has associated with its natural charms a moral claim on his admiration : " Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal »nd brightest of green ; 'T was not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, — Oh ! no — it was something... | |
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THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er... 
