...young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing : Bat coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him; Nor soon...

...pathoc, " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are around her sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...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...

...lines : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...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...

...MISS CURRAN. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her smhing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For...song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking; jAh ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is...

...his grave is lying. " She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in...strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! "He had lived for his love — for his country he died j They were all that to life had intwined him —...

...of her a song ! — melody in her heaviness! Often did tin: words of Moore rise into my mind — " Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" One night — I shall never forget it — she was asked to sing one of those beautiful Irish melodies,...

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...Moore. 1. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her 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...

...is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But she coldly turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. of a broken heart. Her remains were brought to Ireland, in fulfilment of a promise made her grandmother,...