The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 страница |
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... of Moore , with Criticisms by his Contemporaries , and some Personal Anecdotes , Honours to the Memory of Moore , Father Burke on Moore , 192 • • • 234 • 251 PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION . I CANNOT but feel 4 CONTENTS .
... of Moore , with Criticisms by his Contemporaries , and some Personal Anecdotes , Honours to the Memory of Moore , Father Burke on Moore , 192 • • • 234 • 251 PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION . I CANNOT but feel 4 CONTENTS .
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... 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 equal to the whole span of his life at that period - I should not only find myself the historian ...
... 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 equal to the whole span of his life at that period - I should not only find myself the historian ...
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... Memory wakes her magic trance , And wings me lightly through the dance . Come , Cybeba , smiling maid ! Cull the flower and twine the braid ; Bid the blush of summer's rose Burn upon my forehead's snows ; And let me , while the wild and ...
... Memory wakes her magic trance , And wings me lightly through the dance . Come , Cybeba , smiling maid ! Cull the flower and twine the braid ; Bid the blush of summer's rose Burn upon my forehead's snows ; And let me , while the wild and ...
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... memory but one other dream - for such do events so long past appear― which can in any respect be associated with the grand vision I have just been describing ; and how- ever different the nature of their appeals to the imagination , I ...
... memory but one other dream - for such do events so long past appear― which can in any respect be associated with the grand vision I have just been describing ; and how- ever different the nature of their appeals to the imagination , I ...
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... it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps , And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls . SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . She is far 42 MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE .
... it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps , And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls . SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . She is far 42 MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE .
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admiration ancient appeared applause bard beautiful bright Byron called Catholic cause character cheers continued course dark dear delight distinguished Dublin early eloquence expressed eyes fame father feeling felt freedom gave genius give glory hand happy harp hear heart honour hope hour interest Ireland Irish Italy kind land language learned letter light living look Lord loud manner meeting melodies memory mind Moore Moore's native nature never night noble o'er object occasion once opinion party passages passed patriot period person pleasure poems poet political present produced received respect scene seemed seen song soul speak spirit sweet talent thanks thee thought tion took tribute true turn voice volume whole write wrote young
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