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" Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's — an hour's... "
The Metropolitan - 94. lappuse
1840
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Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance

Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies ..., 1. sējums

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 lapas
...thee from the shore. Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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The Congregational magazine [formerly The London Christian ..., 6. sējums

1842 - 982 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success, Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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The works of Thomas Moore, 1. sējums

Thomas Moore - 1832 - 482 lapas
...thee from the shore. Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom bat a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, Etc

Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's, success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations when they burst From the warm...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc ...

Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 lapas
...blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lest or gain'd. flow many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's, success Had wailed to eternal fame ! As exhalations when they burst •Vom the warm...
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The Metropolitan Magazine, 28. sējums

1840 - 598 lapas
...— He's — his Soul — His corps This stone — Sigh — Passenger— and soe — Be — Gone." My stranger companion attracted my notice upwards...Hath sunk beneath that withering name, , Whom but a day's— an hour's success, Had wafted to eternal fame." In a. chamber of this antique dwelling is...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, 6. sējums

Thomas Moore - 1841 - 392 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1841 - 366 lapas
...wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame ! As exhalations, when they burst From the warm...
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