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" OH ! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay,... "
Mementoes, historical and classical, of a tour through part of France ... - الصفحة 165
1824
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Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and ..., المجلدات 1-3

1818 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets ou thro' a whole year" of flowers, Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thiii veil o'er the day, Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the beit joys...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joys...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole vear of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joys...

Quarterly Review, المجلدات 27-28

1822 - عدد الصفحات: 1148
...leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the dny ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live', Is worth the best joy...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 28

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 580
...never dies in the still blooming bowers ; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live', Is worth the...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 28

1823 - عدد الصفحات: 582
...never dies in the still blooming bowers ; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; . Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; . • . Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live,' Is worth the...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy...

The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., المجلد 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming' bowers, And the bee banquets on thro' a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joys...




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