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Thomas Moore. I'll gather joy's luxurious flowers , And gild with bliss my fading hours ; Bacchus shall bid my winter ... flower : Oh ! give me him whose heart expansive breathes All the refinements of the social hour . On the barbiton a ...
Thomas Moore. I'll gather joy's luxurious flowers , And gild with bliss my fading hours ; Bacchus shall bid my winter ... flower : Oh ! give me him whose heart expansive breathes All the refinements of the social hour . On the barbiton a ...
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... flower . In a fragment of Sappho , in the romance of Achilles Tatius , to which Barnes refers us , the rose is very elegantly styled the eye of flowers ; ' and the same poetess , in another fragment , calls the favours of the Muse the ...
... flower . In a fragment of Sappho , in the romance of Achilles Tatius , to which Barnes refers us , the rose is very elegantly styled the eye of flowers ; ' and the same poetess , in another fragment , calls the favours of the Muse the ...
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... Flowers begemmed with tears of wine ; And , while with festive hand I spread The smiling garland round my head ... flower 34 ODES OF ANACREON .
... Flowers begemmed with tears of wine ; And , while with festive hand I spread The smiling garland round my head ... flower 34 ODES OF ANACREON .
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... flower of flowers , Whose breath perfumes Olympus ' bowers ; Whose virgin blush , of chastened dye , Enchants so much our mortal eye . When Pleasure's bloomy season glows , The Graces love to twine the rose ; The rose is warm Dione's ...
... flower of flowers , Whose breath perfumes Olympus ' bowers ; Whose virgin blush , of chastened dye , Enchants so much our mortal eye . When Pleasure's bloomy season glows , The Graces love to twine the rose ; The rose is warm Dione's ...
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... flowers , may seem more particularly to refer to the rose . We read , in the Hieroglyphics of Disclosed the nymph of azure glance , The nymph who shakes the martial lance ! Then , then , in strange eventful hour , The earth produced an ...
... flowers , may seem more particularly to refer to the rose . We read , in the Hieroglyphics of Disclosed the nymph of azure glance , The nymph who shakes the martial lance ! Then , then , in strange eventful hour , The earth produced an ...
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Anacreon angels Aulus Gellius Bacchus beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bower breath bright brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth epigram Eurypyle eyes fair fancy Farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece harp hath heart heaven hope hour kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre Madame Dacier maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poem poet rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas Twill twine wandering warm wave weep wild wings young youth
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Страница 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Страница 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 190 - 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 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Страница 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Страница 201 - 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 201 - 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 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Страница 217 - 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...
Страница 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.