The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 страница |
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... never , never reached his heart . • Anacreon's character has been variously coloured . Barnes lingers on it with enthusiastio admiration ; but he is always extravagant , il not sometimes even profane . Baillet , who is in the opposite ...
... never , never reached his heart . • Anacreon's character has been variously coloured . Barnes lingers on it with enthusiastio admiration ; but he is always extravagant , il not sometimes even profane . Baillet , who is in the opposite ...
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... never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage try , And on a tender winglet fly ; While in the shell , impregn'd with fires , Cluster a thousand ...
... never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage try , And on a tender winglet fly ; While in the shell , impregn'd with fires , Cluster a thousand ...
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... never knew ; And little has it learned to dread Away - I hate the slanderous dart , The gall that Envy's tongue can shed . Which steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl ...
... never knew ; And little has it learned to dread Away - I hate the slanderous dart , The gall that Envy's tongue can shed . Which steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl ...
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... never heed the sigh , Nor soften at the tearful eye ; And eyes that sparkle , eyes that weep , Must all alike be sealed in sleep . Then let us never vainly stray . In search of thorns , from pleasure's way ; Ever since it is drunk with ...
... never heed the sigh , Nor soften at the tearful eye ; And eyes that sparkle , eyes that weep , Must all alike be sealed in sleep . Then let us never vainly stray . In search of thorns , from pleasure's way ; Ever since it is drunk with ...
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... never , never ! No , let the false deserter go , For who would court his direst foe ? But when I feel my lightened mind No more by ties of gold confined , I loosen all my clinging cares , And cast them to the vagrant airs , Then , then ...
... never , never ! No , let the false deserter go , For who would court his direst foe ? But when I feel my lightened mind No more by ties of gold confined , I loosen all my clinging cares , And cast them to the vagrant airs , Then , then ...
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Anacreon angels Bacchus bard beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath bright bright eyes brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram eyes fair fancy farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poet pure Quadrille rill rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sung sunny sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas twill Twixt wandering warm wave weep Whigs 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.