 | 1828 - 590 стор.
...throw Their fragrance IVom the wom.ded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tea/s, Is dimm'd and vanish Vi loo : Oh, who would hear life's stormy doom, Did not the wing of love... | |
 | 1816 - 600 стор.
...longer soothes or cheers, And ev'n the Hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimtn'd and vanish'd too! Oh! who would bear Life's stormy...doom, Did not thy Wing of Love Come, brightly wafting thro' the gloom Our Peace-branch from above? Then, Sorrow, touoh'd by thcc, growa bright With more... | |
 | 1818 - 596 стор.
...throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's...doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting thro* the gloom, On peace-branch from above '' There, sorrow, touch 'd by thee, grows bript, With more... | |
 | John Evans - 1819 - 444 стор.
...from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe ! When Joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the Hope that threw \ A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too ! Or who would bear Life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of LOVE Come brightly wafting o'er the gloom,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 стор.
...cheers;, And ev'n thu Hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er oar tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too 1 Oh ! who would bear Life's stormy doom. Did not thy Wing of Love Come, brightly wafting thro' the gloom Our Peace-branch from above? Then, Sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright With more... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 298 стор.
...the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,...Wing of Love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ? Then Sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright With more than Rapture's ray... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 316 стор.
...the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,...Wing of Love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ? Then Sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright With more than Rapture's ray... | |
 | Asahel Nettleton - 1824 - 498 стор.
...comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Mustwuep those tears alone. «3 Oh ! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting thro' the gloom Our peace-branch from above ? 4 Then sorrow touch'd by thee, grows bright, With more... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 стор.
...Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, When Joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's...tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too ! Oh ! who would hear Life's stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 стор.
...the hope, that threw A momenf s sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanquish'd too ! Oh 1 who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ? Then, sorrow, touch'd by thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's... | |
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Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our Peace-branch from above ? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day... 
