The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Том 3Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... Sorrow I see Rich and rare were the Gems she wore As a Beam o'er the Face of the Waters may glow The Meeting of the Waters How dear to me the Hour Take back the Virgin Page . Written on returning a 227 228 · • 229 230 232 234 • 236 ...
... Sorrow I see Rich and rare were the Gems she wore As a Beam o'er the Face of the Waters may glow The Meeting of the Waters How dear to me the Hour Take back the Virgin Page . Written on returning a 227 228 · • 229 230 232 234 • 236 ...
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... Sorrow thy young Days shaded No , not more welcome When first I met thee While History's Muse The Time I've lost in wooing Where is the Slave · Come , rest in this Bosom ' Tis gone , and for ever I saw from the Beach Fill the Bumper ...
... Sorrow thy young Days shaded No , not more welcome When first I met thee While History's Muse The Time I've lost in wooing Where is the Slave · Come , rest in this Bosom ' Tis gone , and for ever I saw from the Beach Fill the Bumper ...
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... sorrow for my own than pride from thine . * " By the total reduction of the kingdom of Ireland in 1691 ( says Burke ) , the ruin of the native Irish , and in a great measure , too , of the first races of the English , was completely ...
... sorrow for my own than pride from thine . * " By the total reduction of the kingdom of Ireland in 1691 ( says Burke ) , the ruin of the native Irish , and in a great measure , too , of the first races of the English , was completely ...
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... sorrow , however , is , in general , best suited to our Music , and with themes of this nature the poet may be amply supplied . There is scarcely a page of our annals that will not furnish him a subject , and while the national Muse of ...
... sorrow , however , is , in general , best suited to our Music , and with themes of this nature the poet may be amply supplied . There is scarcely a page of our annals that will not furnish him a subject , and while the national Muse of ...
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... sorrow which he had heard from the lips of his unfortunate countrymen to the minstrels who performed for the Emperor at table . The heart of Theodosius could not resist this appeal ; tears fell fast into his cup while he lis- tened ...
... sorrow which he had heard from the lips of his unfortunate countrymen to the minstrels who performed for the Emperor at table . The heart of Theodosius could not resist this appeal ; tears fell fast into his cup while he lis- tened ...
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alludes Andrew Marvell bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless Book breath Brien bright Catholics chain cold converso Croggan Crown Curaçoa dear Derry dream Eld-n England Erin Erin's ev'n eyes fame feel Fête flowers Freedom glory gold harp hath heart Heaven honour hope hour Ireland Irish IRISH MELODIES King kleiner Lady liberty light little Soul look look'd Lord LORD WELLINGTON lov'd Manetho Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once Papists Plutarch Poems Pope Pr-ce pride Prince Pyrrho reign remember rose round Royal Sc-tt scepticism Sextus Empiricus Shamrock shed Shiite shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow speech spirit Sunnites sweet Tacitus tear tell thee there's thine things thou thought thro Throne Triennial Bill truth turn'd Twas twill Twopenny tyrant warm weep Whigs whiskers Y-rm-th young
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Страница 242 - And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Страница 241 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Страница 229 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. 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.
Страница 299 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Страница 239 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm — For though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle.
Страница 327 - Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, " I wish he were here ! " Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Страница 232 - Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh ! stay, — oh ! stay,— Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night that oh ! 'tis pain To break its links so soon.
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Страница 319 - Then awake ! the heavens look bright, my dear! Tis never too late for delight, my dear ! , And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love ! But the sage, his starwatch keeping, love : And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love...