 Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly...  American Annals of Education - Страница 458под редакцията на - 1834Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1811 - 610 страници
...memory lives in music's breath. Music O '. how faint, how weak, Lrngiiage faints bef.Te the spell; Who should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendships balmy wo- d» may feign Love's are ever more false than they, O ! 'tis only music's strain,... | |
 | 1811 - 276 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory lives in musick's breath! Musick!—oh! how faint, how weak Language fades before thy spell! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well. Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false, than they; Oh! 'tis only Musick's strain... | |
 | Thomas Condie - 1813 - 262 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory lives in MUSIC'S breath ! Mnsic! — Oh ! howfaint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendship balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain... | |
 | Samuel Woodworth - 1820 - 658 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory lives in music's breath. Music, oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before thy spell ; Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis lovely music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 страници
...gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! I. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feign', Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 страници
...pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath! Music! oh! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only Music's strain... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory fives in Music's breath !f Music! oh! Low faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; OIi ! 'tis only Music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 страници
...gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! HI. Music! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? II. Oh 1 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS... | |
 | Lyre - 1824 - 326 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory lives in music's breath. Music ! oh! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell; Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they; Oh ! 'tis only music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 страници
...dream is gone, Its memory lives in music's breath ! Music !— oh ! how faint, how weak Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's... | |
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