The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With LifeHouston & Wright, 1866 - 490 страница |
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... Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long , When proudly , my own island harp , I unbound thee , And gave all thy chords to love , freedom , and song ! The warm lay of love ...
... Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long , When proudly , my own island harp , I unbound thee , And gave all thy chords to love , freedom , and song ! The warm lay of love ...
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... the summer - time , " 66 Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ! " . Aspasia " " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower , " The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Islands , MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) To • PAGE 209 xiv CONTENTS .
... the summer - time , " 66 Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ! " . Aspasia " " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower , " The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Islands , MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) To • PAGE 209 xiv CONTENTS .
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... dear , " 249 250 251 253 253 VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . " Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) PAGE 257 258 259 ...
... dear , " 249 250 251 253 253 VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . " Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) PAGE 257 258 259 ...
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... dear Smile- " Couldst thou look as dear , " The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " 270 273 274 278 279 279 281 282 282 282 283 99 284 284 285 286 286 287 287 288 289 289 290 " The young rose which I give thee , " 290 When midst the ...
... dear Smile- " Couldst thou look as dear , " The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " 270 273 274 278 279 279 281 282 282 282 283 99 284 284 285 286 286 287 287 288 289 289 290 " The young rose which I give thee , " 290 When midst the ...
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... Dear aunt , in the olden time of love , " " " Tis sweet to behold , when the billows are sleeping , " CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE : — PAGE 396 396 397 397 398 398 399 399 Preface , 400 Corruption : an Epistle " Boast on , my friend ...
... Dear aunt , in the olden time of love , " " " Tis sweet to behold , when the billows are sleeping , " CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE : — PAGE 396 396 397 397 398 398 399 399 Preface , 400 Corruption : an Epistle " Boast on , my friend ...
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Anacreon angel Barnes beam beautiful beneath Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breast 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 fancy feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven hour hung hyæna isle Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet sweetly tears tears of wine tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill United Irishmen veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing 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...