 | Washington Irving - 1830 - 346 σελίδες
...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. She sings the wild songs of her deir native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking— Ah ! little... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 σελίδες
...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'. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains', Every note which he loved awaking' — Ah'! little... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 σελίδες
...is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah ! little... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1835 - 284 σελίδες
...is far from the land where her votmg hero sleep?, And lovers around her are sighmg; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She dings the wild songt? of her dear native plains, Every note which he luv'd awaking — Ah ! little... | |
 | 1835 - 320 σελίδες
...SHE is far from the land where her voung hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Ev'ry note which he lov'd awaking — Ah! little... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1836 - 250 σελίδες
...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. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 σελίδες
...far from the land where her young hero sleeps, I And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild SOUKS of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little... | |
 | 1840 - 378 σελίδες
...is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! little... | |
 | B. Bowing - 1840 - 436 σελίδες
...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. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1841 - 396 σελίδες
...is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking ; — Ah I little... | |
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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. 
