 | 1811 - 610 стор.
...memory lives in music's breath. Music O '. how faint, how weak, Lrngiiage faints bef.Te the spell; Who should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendships balmy wo- d» may feign Love's are ever more false than they, O ! 'tis only music's strain,... | |
 | Thomas Condie - 1813 - 262 стор.
...; So when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in MUSIC'S breath ! Mnsic! — Oh ! howfaint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendship balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain... | |
 | 1814 - 258 стор.
...sunk in death : So when pleasure's dream is gone, Us memory lives in musick's breath ! Musick ! — oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before thy spell , Why should feeling ever tpeai, Thou canst breathe her soul so well. Friendship's balmy words may feign ; Love's are e'en more... | |
 | 1818 - 596 стор.
...when pleasure's dream is gone, Its mem'ry lives in Music's breath I Music ! oh how weak, how faint, Language fades before thy spell Why should feeling ever speak. When thou canst breathe her soul BO well! Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they, Oh ! 'tis only Music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 стор.
...flow'rs have sunk in death: So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath! Music! oh! how faint, how weak, Language fades before...well? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray! IT IS NOT... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 стор.
...flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! III. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades...well? Friendship's balmy words may feign', Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray! IT IS... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 стор.
...in death . So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory fives in Music's breath !f Music! oh! Low faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell !...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; OIi ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray ! IT IS... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 стор.
...flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! HI. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! IT IS... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 стор.
...flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! m. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! IT IS... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 стор.
...flowers have sunk in death : So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in music's breath ! Music !— oh ! how faint, how weak Language fades...music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! It is not the tear at this moment shed.30 Mr— the Sixpence. It is not the tear, at this moment... | |
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Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly... 
