Verwais't, mein Lieb, im Menschenschwarm Sie sagt, daß all ihr Herze mein Druckfehler. welche man vor dem Lesen zu verbessern bittet. Seite 29 Zeile 14 von oben lies: der statt des, Page ERRATA. 14 line 7 from below read: that for that Thomas Moore. Irish Melodies. MY GENTLE HARP. My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; No light of joy hath o'er thee broken, But, like those Harps whose heav'nly skill Of slavery, dark as thine, hath spoken, Thou hang'st upon the willows still. And yet, since last thy chord resounded, With hopes that now are turn'd to shame. Yet even then, while Peace was singing Her halcyon song o'er land and sea, Tho' joy and hope to others bringing, She only brought new tears to thee. |