— Thomas Moore Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779 - 1852
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms, st. 1.
Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)
„Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,—
The hope to meet again.
Oh, fondly on the past I dwell,
And oft recall those hours
When, wandering down the shady dell,
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seemed one pure delight,
Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To memory thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,
That time so fondly loved,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,
As thro' the fields we roved.“
Song, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). This song was written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, and sung by him. It is not known when it was written,—probably about 1830. Another song, entitled "Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear," was published in London in 1880, purporting to have been written by Ruthven Jenkyns in 1703 and published in the "Magazine for Mariners". That magazine, however, never existed, and the composer of the music acknowledged, in a private letter, that he copied the words from an American newspaper. The reputed author, Ruthven Jenkyns, was living, under another name, in California in 1882.
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— William Lisle Bowles English priest, poet and critic 1762 - 1850
Music, from The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 - With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan (1855).
— William Wordsworth, buch Lyrical Ballads
Stanza 4
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
Canto II, XII
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)
— Lyman Heath American musician 1804 - 1870
The Grave of Bonaparte, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919) (incorrectly attributed as "Leonard" Heath).
— Harriet Beecher Stowe Abolitionist, author 1811 - 1896
"Life's Mystery", reported in Charlotte Fiske Rogé, The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song (1832), p. 544.
— Ellen Clementine Howarth American writer 1827 - 1899
'Tis but a Little, Faded Flower, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
— Christian Scriver German hymnwriter 1629 - 1693
Quelle: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 100.
„Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.“
— Samuel Rogers British poet 1763 - 1855
II, l. 1-2.
The Pleasures of Memory (1792)
— Henry Ward Beecher American clergyman and activist 1813 - 1887
Quelle: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 240
— Thomas Moore Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779 - 1852
Those evening Bells.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
(2nd August 1823) both from Songs
The London Literary Gazette, 1823
— Gerald Griffin Irish novelist, poet and playwright 1803 - 1840
A Place in thy Memory, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson British poet laureate 1809 - 1892
" Love and Duty http://www.readbookonline.net/read/4310/14259/", l. 1- 21 (1842)
Kontext: Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts?
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Not so. Shall Error in the round of time
Still father Truth? O shall the braggart shout
For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself
Thro' madness, hated by the wise, to law
System and empire? Sin itself be found
The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun?
And only he, this wonder, dead, become
Mere highway dust? or year by year alone
Sit brooding in the ruins of a life,
Nightmare of youth, the spectre of himself!
If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all,
Better the narrow brain, the stony heart,
The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days,
The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set gray life, and apathetic end.
But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.
— William Wordsworth, buch Lyrical Ballads
Stanza 4.
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)
