The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 страница |
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... occasion . In fact , at so early an age did Moore enter on the " craft of verse - making , " that he declares himself unable to say at what age he first began to " sing and rhyme . " Like Pope , " He lisped in numbers , for the numbers ...
... occasion . In fact , at so early an age did Moore enter on the " craft of verse - making , " that he declares himself unable to say at what age he first began to " sing and rhyme . " Like Pope , " He lisped in numbers , for the numbers ...
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... occasion , when he was playing the " Red Fox " ( " Let Erin remember the days of old " ) , Emmet started up and exclaimed , " Oh ! that I were at the head of twenty thousand men marching to that air . " Moore's first appearance as a ...
... occasion , when he was playing the " Red Fox " ( " Let Erin remember the days of old " ) , Emmet started up and exclaimed , " Oh ! that I were at the head of twenty thousand men marching to that air . " Moore's first appearance as a ...
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... occasion was this more peculiarly striking than in those displays of oratory with which , both in the Debating and Historical Society , he so often enchained the attention and sympathy of his young audience . No two indivi- duals ...
... occasion was this more peculiarly striking than in those displays of oratory with which , both in the Debating and Historical Society , he so often enchained the attention and sympathy of his young audience . No two indivi- duals ...
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... occasion I felt most deeply affected ; when looking on the Falls of Niagara , or when standing by moonlight among the ruins of the Colosseum . ” A SCENE IN BERMUDA . The morn was lovely , every wave was still , When the first perfume of ...
... occasion I felt most deeply affected ; when looking on the Falls of Niagara , or when standing by moonlight among the ruins of the Colosseum . ” A SCENE IN BERMUDA . The morn was lovely , every wave was still , When the first perfume of ...
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... occasion his father was present , and had the proud gratification of seeing the most gifted in the land assembled to do honour to his son in his native city . It was said at the time , and with truth , in no other capital could so many ...
... occasion his father was present , and had the proud gratification of seeing the most gifted in the land assembled to do honour to his son in his native city . It was said at the time , and with truth , in no other capital could so many ...
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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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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...