The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With a Memoir, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1856 |
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... feel- ing which I can hardly expect my unlyrical readers to understand , that I see such a swarm of songs as crowd these pages all separated from the beautiful airs which have formed hitherto their chief orna- ment and strength their ...
... feel- ing which I can hardly expect my unlyrical readers to understand , that I see such a swarm of songs as crowd these pages all separated from the beautiful airs which have formed hitherto their chief orna- ment and strength their ...
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... feel willing or competent to take a part , as singers . The Island of Zea , where the scene is laid , was called by the ancients Ceos , and was the birth place of Simonides , Bacchylides , and other eminent per- An account of its ...
... feel willing or competent to take a part , as singers . The Island of Zea , where the scene is laid , was called by the ancients Ceos , and was the birth place of Simonides , Bacchylides , and other eminent per- An account of its ...
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... 'd , but timid , audience pays , That murmur , which a minstrel draws From hearts , that feel , but fear to praise Follow'd this song , and left a pause Of silence after it , that hung Like a fix'd FIRST EVENING . 35.
... 'd , but timid , audience pays , That murmur , which a minstrel draws From hearts , that feel , but fear to praise Follow'd this song , and left a pause Of silence after it , that hung Like a fix'd FIRST EVENING . 35.
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... feel , but cannot see , Had from the circle- scarcely missed , Ere they were sparkling there again Glided , like fairies , to assist Their handmaids on the moonlight plain , Where , hid by intercepting shade From the stray glance of ...
... feel , but cannot see , Had from the circle- scarcely missed , Ere they were sparkling there again Glided , like fairies , to assist Their handmaids on the moonlight plain , Where , hid by intercepting shade From the stray glance of ...
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... feel even more than the scruples of the Emperor Tiberius , when he humbly asked par- don of the Roman Senate for using " the outlandish term , monopoly . " But the truth is , having written the Poem with the sole view of serving a ...
... feel even more than the scruples of the Emperor Tiberius , when he humbly asked par- don of the Roman Senate for using " the outlandish term , monopoly . " But the truth is , having written the Poem with the sole view of serving a ...
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angels beams beautiful beneath bird blest bliss bower breath breath'd bright bright eyes brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charms D'Herbelot dance dark dead dear death deep divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fancy feel FERAMORZ fire flame flowers glory grace Greece Greek Fire Guercino Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hyæna Khorassan Koran lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd Love's lover lute maid maiden moonlight mountain Naphtha ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd PERI Persian poet pure QUADRILLE Richard Blackmore rill round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh Sirmio skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit star stood sung sunny sweet sword tears thee thine thought throne turn'd Twas veil voice wave weep wild wings wonder young youth Zoroaster
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Страница 188 - How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood — " How sweetly does the moonbeam smile To-night upon yon leafy isle! Oft, in my fancy's wanderings, I've wish'd that little isle had wings.
Страница 234 - Blest power of sunshine ! genial day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
Страница 145 - Alla's wonderful Throne ? And the Drops of Life — oh ! what would they be In the boundless Deep of Eternity?" While thus she mused, her pinions fann'd The air of that sweet Indian land, Whose air is balm ; whose ocean spreads O'er coral rocks and amber beds...
Страница 158 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light,— And yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span Th
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