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" 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... "
The Journal of the American-Irish Historical Society - Страница 194
по American-Irish Historical Society - 1918
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The Lady's Miscellany, Or, Weekly Visitor, for the Use and ..., Томове 14–15

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,...

The Rural Visiter [sic], Том 1

1811 - 276 страници
...sunk in death; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in musick's breath! Musick!—oh! how faint, how weak Language fades before thy spell!...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...

The Juvenile Port-folio, and Literary Miscellany, Том 1

Thomas Condie - 1813 - 262 страници
...; So when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in MUSIC'S breath ! Mnsic! — Oh ! howfaint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should...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...

The Boston Spectator: Devoted to Politicks and Belles-lettres, Том 1

1814 - 258 страници
...sunk in death : So when pleasure's dream is gone, Us memory lives in musick's breath ! Musick ! — oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before thy spell , Why should feeling ever tpeai, Thou canst breathe her soul so well. Friendship's balmy words may feign ; Love's are e'en more...

The Ladies' Literary Cabinet

Samuel Woodworth - 1820 - 658 страници
...flowers have sunkin death ; So, when pleasure'! dream is gone, Its memory lives in music's breath. Music, oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before...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...

The Hermit in London: Or Sketches of English Manners, Том 4

Felix M'Donogh - 1820 - 384 страници
...interfere with my continuance in the character of THE HERMIT IN LONDON. No. XL1V. THE PHILHARMONIC. Music ! - oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell! 'Why should feeling ever apeak, When thou canst breathe her soul «a weU f Frienilsr>ip'« balmy wonls may Feign, Love's are...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 страници
...flow'rs have sunk in death: So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath! Music! oh! how faint, how weak, Language fades before...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...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 страници
...flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! I. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades...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...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 страници
...in death . So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory fives in Music's breath !f Music! oh! Low faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell !...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...

The Wreath: A Collection of Songs, from the Most Admired Authors

1822 - 214 страници
...have sunk' in death ; So when pleasures dream is gone,'"' Its memory lives in music's Itrral h ! 'J.;' Music !— oh ! how faint, how weak, Language' fades...before thy spell : Why should feeling ever speak, When thon canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy word* may feign, Love's are ev'n more false...




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