| Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - 184 стор.
...weeps, For her heart hi his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think,...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking! He hod lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him—... | |
| 1847 - 906 стор.
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking; Ah ! little they think,...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! O He had lived for his love, for his country he died ! They were all that to life had entwined him... | |
| David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 стор.
...in his grave is lying. " She sings the wild songs of her dear, native plains, Every note which lie loved awaking. Ah ! little they think, who delight...all that to life had entwined him . Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him. O, make her a grave where... | |
| Washington Irving - 1848 - 550 стор.
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think,...his country he died, They were all that to life had entwtued him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dri*d, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
| Washington Irving - 1848 - 478 стор.
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah ! little they think,...of the minstrel is breaking! He had lived for his love—for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him— Nor soon shall the tears... | |
| John Burke, Bernard Burke - 1848 - 424 стор.
...lying. " She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, ., Every note which he lov'd awaking ; Ah 1 little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. " He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon... | |
| Washington Irving - 1848 - 482 стор.
...weeps. For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains. Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strain*. How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country... | |
| Washington Irving - 1849 - 538 стор.
...weeps. For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think,...his country he died, They were all that to life had entwmed him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
| Washington Irving - 1849 - 484 стор.
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. . She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think,...his country he died, They were all that to life had entwmed him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind... | |
| Washington Irving - 1849 - 544 стор.
...weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah! little they think,...of the minstrel is breaking! He had lived for his love—for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him— Nor soon shall the tears... | |
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