The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 страница |
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... o'er the long , When proudly , my own Island Harp , unboun / thee , And gave all thy chords to light , freedom , and song · AUC !! 80 CENTENARY EL & M NA DUBLIN : JAMES DUFFY AND SONS , 15 , WELLINGTON QUAY , AND 1A , PATERNOSTER ROW ...
... o'er the long , When proudly , my own Island Harp , unboun / thee , And gave all thy chords to light , freedom , and song · AUC !! 80 CENTENARY EL & M NA DUBLIN : JAMES DUFFY AND SONS , 15 , WELLINGTON QUAY , AND 1A , PATERNOSTER ROW ...
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... o'er the long , When proudly , my own Island Harp untu / hos . And gave all thy chords to light , ) and song AUC ! 80 CENTENARY EDT LE MANA DUBLIN : JAMES DUFFY AND SONS , 15 , WELLINGTON QUAY , AND 1A , PATERNOSTER ROW , LONDON . 210 ...
... o'er the long , When proudly , my own Island Harp untu / hos . And gave all thy chords to light , ) and song AUC ! 80 CENTENARY EDT LE MANA DUBLIN : JAMES DUFFY AND SONS , 15 , WELLINGTON QUAY , AND 1A , PATERNOSTER ROW , LONDON . 210 ...
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... o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languish'd into silent sleep ; And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly , To flutter in a kinder sky ...
... o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languish'd into silent sleep ; And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly , To flutter in a kinder sky ...
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... 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.
... 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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James Burke. While , far reflected o'er the wave serene , Each wooded island shed so soft a green , That the enamoured keel , with whispering play , Through liquid herbage seem'd to steal its way Never did weary bark more sweetly glide ...
James Burke. While , far reflected o'er the wave serene , Each wooded island shed so soft a green , That the enamoured keel , with whispering play , Through liquid herbage seem'd to steal its way Never did weary bark more sweetly glide ...
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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 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!
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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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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...