The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With a Memoir, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1856 |
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... grace , and tenderness , all that the language , perhaps , of any other country could furnish . - * The following is a specimen of these memorandums , as given by Foscolo : " I must make these two verses over again , sing- ing them ...
... grace , and tenderness , all that the language , perhaps , of any other country could furnish . - * The following is a specimen of these memorandums , as given by Foscolo : " I must make these two verses over again , sing- ing them ...
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... grace their floral diadems , The lovely maids of Patmos weave : — + And that fair plant , whose tangled stems Shine like a Nereid's hair , § when spread , Dishevell❜d , o'er her azure bed ; - " Nerium Oleander . In Cyprus it retains ...
... grace their floral diadems , The lovely maids of Patmos weave : — + And that fair plant , whose tangled stems Shine like a Nereid's hair , § when spread , Dishevell❜d , o'er her azure bed ; - " Nerium Oleander . In Cyprus it retains ...
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... grace its cradle green , Groups of Velani oaks are seen , Towering on every verdant height- Tall , shadowy , in the evening light , Like Genii , set to watch the birth Of some enchanted child of earth Fair oaks , that over Zea's vales ...
... grace its cradle green , Groups of Velani oaks are seen , Towering on every verdant height- Tall , shadowy , in the evening light , Like Genii , set to watch the birth Of some enchanted child of earth Fair oaks , that over Zea's vales ...
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... grace The immortal spot , o'er which the last Bright footsteps of his martyr pass'd ! While fresh to every listener's thought These legends of Leucadia brought All that of Sappho's hapless flame Is kept alive , still watch'd by Fame The ...
... grace The immortal spot , o'er which the last Bright footsteps of his martyr pass'd ! While fresh to every listener's thought These legends of Leucadia brought All that of Sappho's hapless flame Is kept alive , still watch'd by Fame The ...
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... grace , Loosed the wide hat , that o'er her face - For a description of the Pyrrhic Dance see De Guys , etc. ppears from Apuleius ( lib . x . ) hat this war - dance was , among ⇓ ancients , sometimes performed by females . ( From ...
... grace , Loosed the wide hat , that o'er her face - For a description of the Pyrrhic Dance see De Guys , etc. ppears from Apuleius ( lib . x . ) hat this war - dance was , among ⇓ ancients , sometimes performed by females . ( From ...
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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 79 - 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 79 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Страница 202 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Страница 163 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The Triumph of a soul Forgiven...
Страница 142 - 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 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
Страница 208 - MY birth-day" — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old; And, as Youth counts the shining links That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said — " were he ordained to run His long career of life again, He would do...