The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeHouston & Wright, 1866 - 490 страница |
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... brow of snow , ' " " PAGE 332 332 333 333 334 335 335 336 336 337 337 LI . Away , away , you men of rules , " LII . " When I behold the festive train , " LIII . " Methinks , the pictur'd bull we see , " LIV . " While we invoke the ...
... brow of snow , ' " " PAGE 332 332 333 333 334 335 335 336 336 337 337 LI . Away , away , you men of rules , " LII . " When I behold the festive train , " LIII . " Methinks , the pictur'd bull we see , " LIV . " While we invoke the ...
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... brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were ev'n the gleams , miraculously shed O'er Moussa'st cheek , when down the Mount he trod , All glowing from the presence of his God ! On either side ...
... brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were ev'n the gleams , miraculously shed O'er Moussa'st cheek , when down the Mount he trod , All glowing from the presence of his God ! On either side ...
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... brow Shall cast the veil , that hides its splendours now , And gladden'd Earth shall , through her wide expanse , Bask in the glories of this countenance ! " For thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some ...
... brow Shall cast the veil , that hides its splendours now , And gladden'd Earth shall , through her wide expanse , Bask in the glories of this countenance ! " For thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some ...
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... brow Whose blaze , as yet from mortal eye conceal'd , Would soon , proud triumph ! be to her reveal'd , To her alone ; and then the hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's ...
... brow Whose blaze , as yet from mortal eye conceal'd , Would soon , proud triumph ! be to her reveal'd , To her alone ; and then the hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's ...
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Thomas Moore. That sat upon his victim's downcast brow , Or mark how slow her step , how altered now From the quick , ardent Priestess , whose light bound Came like a spirit o'er th ' unechoing ground , — From that wild Zelica , whose ...
Thomas Moore. That sat upon his victim's downcast brow , Or mark how slow her step , how altered now From the quick , ardent Priestess , whose light bound Came like a spirit o'er th ' unechoing ground , — From that wild Zelica , whose ...
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Anacreon angel beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss blood bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Cashmere charm cheek cup of Jamshid dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth enchanted wreath ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy feel Feramorz fire flame flowers Ghebers glory glow gold Hafed Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna Iran Iran's lake Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night Nourmahal nymph o'er pass'd Peri Persian poet Polianthes tuberosa pure roses round seem'd shade shed shining sigh skies sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing wretch young youth
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Страница 403 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Страница 434 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 49 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all!
Страница 402 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ; Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Страница 383 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Страница 23 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Страница 139 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Страница 386 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Страница 382 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Страница 409 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...