 | 1852 - 460 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...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" Her brother was unmanned, and he wept as only man can weep. The air changed, and she continued :... | |
 | 1853 - 390 стор.
...heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which ho loved awaking — Ah ! little they think who delight...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking 1 He had lived for his love, for his country he died ; They were all that to life had entwined him... | |
 | Edward Maturin - 1852 - 420 стор.
...sweetness, but melancholy to such a degree as to recall to the hearer that passage of the Irish bard, "Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" It seemed to speak a sorrow too deep even for the mystic hand of music to touch ; and yet whose... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1853 - 524 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,...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 ! Oh ! make her a grave... | |
 | John W. Burke - 1853 - 324 стор.
...weeps, For her heart iu his grate 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. lie had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ;... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 790 стор.
...рЫш, Every note, which he loved awaking ; — Ah ! little they think who delight ш her strain, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had lived for his love, for hie country be died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1853 - 304 стор.
...in his grave is lying. She sings the wild eongs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking— Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minatrel is breaking! He had lived for his love— for his country he dipd, They were nil that to life... | |
 | Emma Dorothy E. Nevitte Southworth - 1853 - 452 стор.
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plairrs, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! how little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the mins'.rel is breaking. Her voice faltered — -she paused. " Come ! no miserable, maudlin, mawkish... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 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,...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... | |
 | 1854 - 344 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,...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!" Her brother was unmanned, and he wept as only man can weep. The air changed and she continued: " Have... | |
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She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. 
