 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying, 2. She sings the wild song 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 minstrel... | |
 | 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 906
...lovers around her are sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear...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... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 184
...she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart hi his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved...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—... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...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...How the heart 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... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...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...How the heart 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...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 delight in her strain*. How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 544
...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...How the heart 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 538
...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...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwmed him — Nor... | |
 | Bernard Burke - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...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...strains. How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. * Irish Melodies. He had lived for his love, for his country, he died, They were all that to life had... | |
 | Bernard Burke - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 528
...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 ; Ah ! little they...strains. How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. • Irish Melodies. He had lived for his love, for his country, he died, They were all that to life... | |
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She sings the wild song of her dear native plains. Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking! 
