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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. "
Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... - الصفحة 105
بواسطة Severn river - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 335
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North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for ...

David Bates Tower - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...heart. It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poet, composed the following lines: — " 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 weep*, For her heart in his grave...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 208
...music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide 1 SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking ; — He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life...

Anecdotes of the Aristocracy: And Episodes in Ancestral Story, المجلد 2

Bernard Burke - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...Emmet's, and will understand the allusion contained in the second stanza, from the preceding notice : — She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...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...

Anecdotes of the Aristocracy: And Episodes in Ancestral Story, المجلد 2

Bernard Burke - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 528
...Emmet's, and will understand the allusion contained in the second stanza, from the preceding notice : — She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps....turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his giave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plaint, Every note which he loved awaking...

The sketch book

Washington Irving - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : Bat coldly she turns from their gaze, and 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...

Études littéraires ou cours complet de littérature anglaise

Georges Hardinge Champion - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps. For her lit-art in his grave is lying. She sings thé wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking ; — Ali ! little they think, «ho delight in her strains, How thé hcart of thé minstrel is breaking....

The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. With a new intr. by the author

Washington Irving - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 544
...broken heart. It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poet, composed the following lines: 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...

Lights and Shades of Ireland

Asenath Nicholson - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...strains the never-to-beforgotten melody of " She is far from the land where her young hero sleepa, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she...gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. " 0 ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest, When they promise a glorious morrow, They'll shine...

Curran and His Contemporaries

Charles Phillips - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 496
...misfortunes ; and it is said that, when left alone, she was heard to sing them at Mr Penrose's : — " 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...

The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent

Washington Irving - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 534
...she turns from their gaze, and 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 ! Hi lie they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had...




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