 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 lehte
...feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. II. Yet, it »a» not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest...— Oh! no— it was something more exquisite still. III. 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment... | |
 | 1828 - 814 lehte
...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...scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; "1 was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ; Oh, no ! it ^vas something more exquisite still... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 lehte
...rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my hearf . Yes, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 3Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, O ! no— it was something more exquisite still. 'Twasthat... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 lehte
...feeling and life must depart. En: the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it м-»** 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.... | |
 | 1831 - 272 lehte
...the last rays of feeling ai. - life raustjtiepart. Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from this heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the...and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlets or rill, Oh no, it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that, friends, the beloved... | |
 | 1834 - 480 lehte
...scene Its purest of crystal, its brightest of green ; Twas not the soft magic of streamlets or rill, Oh no, it was something more exquisite still. Twas that, friends, the beloved of my bosom were near, Which made every scene of enchantment more dear. And who felt how the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...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.... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1837 - 684 lehte
...Mexican vale in whose bosom " lakes " meet. Oh 1 the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart' Yet...of streamlet or hill: Oh, no, it was something more heart-touching still! Twas remembrance of all,—Montezuma—his throne— The power and the glory... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1837 - 698 lehte
...Oh 1 the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from ray heart ! Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the...streamlet or hill : Oh, no, it was something more heart-touching still ! Twas remembrance of all, — Montezuma — his throne — The power and the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 lehte
...must depart. Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart Yet it uxw not that nature liad shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hd — Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.... | |
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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... 
