...balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's...

...sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, IRISH MELODIES. Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's...

...in the next box, to learn from his face what he felt towards the debutante. CHAPTER XVII. " Masic, oh! how faint, how weak Language fades before thy...spell! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst paint each thought so well ?" That dense and brilliant crowd was breathless with expectation. Beauties...

...; So when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath. " Music ! oh ! how fiiint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well *" The writing of Mrs. Hemans abound with allusions to that effect of music — whether it be the music...

...display knowledge. 10. Is labor — a blessing, or • a curse ? .Music I — oh ! how faint, how weak I LANGUAGE— fades before thy spell; Why should feeling.—...ever speak, When Thou canst breathe her soul — so we r Ah! why will kings— forget— that they are werv And MEN, lhat they are brethren ? [the tie*...

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...Its memory lives in Music's breath. Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy tpoll ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well Î Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's...

...Is labor — a blessing, or u a curse ? JUuiicl—oh! how faint, how matt LATODAOK— fades lie fore thy spell; Why should feeling — ever speak, When thou canst breathe her loul — so well Ah! wky will kings—, forget — that they are wen, And HEN, that they are brethren...

...then ; — Now wither'd, lost — Oh ! pray thee, cease, I cannot hear those sounds again ! MOORE. 14. Music! Oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may pain, Love's are e'en more false than they — Oh ! 't is only music's...

...then ; — Now wither'd, lost — Oh ! pray thee, cease, I cannot hear those sounds again ! MOORE. 14. Music! Oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before...ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may pain, Love's are e'en more false than they — Oh! 'tis only music's...