The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 страница |
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... expression given to his eyes by their long dark eyelashes , are as present and familiar to my memory as if I had intimately known him . Little did I then think that , at an interval of four and thirty years from thence — an interval ...
... expression given to his eyes by their long dark eyelashes , are as present and familiar to my memory as if I had intimately known him . Little did I then think that , at an interval of four and thirty years from thence — an interval ...
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... expression of contemptous execration with which we all survey the illustrious idiot who has blasted Spain with his rule . This is the only merit which I can claim , and for this I have received , upon this night , a better reward than ...
... expression of contemptous execration with which we all survey the illustrious idiot who has blasted Spain with his rule . This is the only merit which I can claim , and for this I have received , upon this night , a better reward than ...
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... restrains the expression in which I should otherwise have indulged myself . This , however , I cannot refrain from declaring . It is not for that genius , which bears the stamp of its celestial origin MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 81.
... restrains the expression in which I should otherwise have indulged myself . This , however , I cannot refrain from declaring . It is not for that genius , which bears the stamp of its celestial origin MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 81.
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... Moore felt as an Irish Catholic , and thus gives expression to his manly and indignant feelings in a powerful passage on the wrongs of Ireland . " I am aware that on the subject of Ireland MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 97.
... Moore felt as an Irish Catholic , and thus gives expression to his manly and indignant feelings in a powerful passage on the wrongs of Ireland . " I am aware that on the subject of Ireland MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . 97.
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... expressing what I feel , or preserve that moderate historical tone which it has been my wish to main- tain through the political opinions of this work . On every other point my homage to the high cha- racter of England and of her ...
... expressing what I feel , or preserve that moderate historical tone which it has been my wish to main- tain through the political opinions of this work . On every other point my homage to the high cha- racter of England and of her ...
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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 52 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Страница 58 - 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 43 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Страница 43 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Страница 60 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Страница 52 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
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...
Страница 53 - How vain was their boasting! — the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave? Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free!
Страница 60 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Страница 44 - 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 light, freedom, and song...