 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the...  Irish Melodies - 第 12 頁Thomas Moore 著 - 1852 - 165 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1847 - 906 頁
...the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene...purest of crystal and brightest of green : Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still. Twas that friends,... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - 856 頁
...It is forgotten that he has associated with its natural charms a moral claim on his admiration : " Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal »nd brightest of green ; 'T was not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, — Oh ! no — it was something... | |
 | 1856 - 348 頁
...lost rays of feeling, and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Tet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal, and brightest of green ; . , ..t 1 was not her soft magic, or streamlet or hill ; "**" ij Who made every dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 頁
...that nature had shed o'er the scene 25 Her purest of crystal, the brightest of green ; 'T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still. 'T was that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more... | |
 | Elias Nason - 1850 - 126 頁
...the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ; Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green, — T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh no ! it was something more exquisite still :... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - 1850 - 368 頁
...scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet and hi]! ; Oh ! no ;* it was something more exquisite still : "Twas, that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made each scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 頁
...the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene...something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, MOOSE'S WORKS.... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 頁
...the last rays of feeling and life mast depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'T was not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no, — it was something more exquisite still.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 790 頁
...suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807. « Tho riven Avon and Avoca. Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no,— it was something more exquisite still. 'Two« that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 頁
...of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. MOORE. 571 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh, no ! — it WHS something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made... | |
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