The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 страница |
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... breath increased the flame ; Thy smiles beam'd sunshine on my wand'ring bark , That dared to try Castalia's dangerous stream . Oh , then for thee may many a joy - wing'd year , With not a stain , but still new charms appear ; Till ...
... breath increased the flame ; Thy smiles beam'd sunshine on my wand'ring bark , That dared to try Castalia's dangerous stream . Oh , then for thee may many a joy - wing'd year , With not a stain , but still new charms appear ; Till ...
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... breath , How would I love the precious ore And every hour should swell my store ; That when Death came , with shadowy pinion , To waft me to his bleak dominion , I might , by bribes , my doom delay , And bid him call some distant day ...
... breath , How would I love the precious ore And every hour should swell my store ; That when Death came , with shadowy pinion , To waft me to his bleak dominion , I might , by bribes , my doom delay , And bid him call some distant day ...
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... languid wind , Through plaintain shades , that like an awning twined And kissed on either side the wanton sails Breathing our welcome to those vernal vales ; While , far reflected o'er the wave serene , Each MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 31.
... languid wind , Through plaintain shades , that like an awning twined And kissed on either side the wanton sails Breathing our welcome to those vernal vales ; While , far reflected o'er the wave serene , Each MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 31.
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... beneath the light canoe , Which , reflected , floating there , Looks as if it hung in air ! Then , when I have stray'd awhile Through the Manataulin isle ; Breathing all its holy bloom , Swift upon the purple 32 MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE .
... beneath the light canoe , Which , reflected , floating there , Looks as if it hung in air ! Then , when I have stray'd awhile Through the Manataulin isle ; Breathing all its holy bloom , Swift upon the purple 32 MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE .
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James Burke. Breathing all its holy bloom , Swift upon the purple plume Of my Wakon - bird I fly , Where beneath a burning sky , O'er the bed of Erie's lake Slumbers many a water - snake , Basking in the web of leaves Which the weeping ...
James Burke. Breathing all its holy bloom , Swift upon the purple plume Of my Wakon - bird I fly , Where beneath a burning sky , O'er the bed of Erie's lake Slumbers many a water - snake , Basking in the web of leaves Which the weeping ...
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admiration Anacreon ancient appeared Bannow bard beautiful breath bright called Catholic character Charlemont House Christian dark dear delight Dublin Edinburgh Review eloquence Emmet Erin expression eyes fame fancy father feeling flowers freedom gave genius glory hand happy harp hear heart heaven honour hope hour illustrious Ireland Irish Melodies Irishman land letter light literary living Lord Byron Lord Charlemont Lord Edward Lord Edward Fitzgerald Lord Moira lordship loud applause loud cheers memory ment mind Moore's music of Ireland native nature never noble O'Connell o'er occasion passages passed patriot pleasure poems poet poetical poetry present racter rose sacred saint satire scene Sheridan smile song soul speak spirit sweet talent thee THOMAS MOORE thou thought thousand guineas tion Tom Moore tribute Twas United Irishmen verse voice volume words writes wrote young
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Страница 42 - Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...
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