The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 страница |
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... true Promethean fire . Longepierre's remark here is very ingenious : the power of beauty , that they used a word im- " The Romans , ' says he , ' were so convinced of plying strength in the place of the epithet beau- tiful . Thus ...
... true Promethean fire . Longepierre's remark here is very ingenious : the power of beauty , that they used a word im- " The Romans , ' says he , ' were so convinced of plying strength in the place of the epithet beau- tiful . Thus ...
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... true attributes , reclining upon myrtles , with Cupid for his cup- bearer . Some interpreters have ruined the pic- ture by making Epws the name of his slave . None but Love should fill the goblet of Anacreon . Sappho has assigned this ...
... true attributes , reclining upon myrtles , with Cupid for his cup- bearer . Some interpreters have ruined the pic- ture by making Epws the name of his slave . None but Love should fill the goblet of Anacreon . Sappho has assigned this ...
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... true , One pang of envy 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 ...
... true , One pang of envy 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 ...
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... true , and while vowing she leaves me- But could I expect any more from a woman ? Oh , woman ! your heart is a pitiful treasure ; And Mahomet's doctrine was not too severe , When he thought you were only materials of pleasure , And ...
... true , and while vowing she leaves me- But could I expect any more from a woman ? Oh , woman ! your heart is a pitiful treasure ; And Mahomet's doctrine was not too severe , When he thought you were only materials of pleasure , And ...
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... true poetic imagination . mean So very strange a thing ! The feast was o'er , and to the court He went without delay , Resolved to break the marble hand , And force the ring away ! But mark a stranger wonder still- The ring was there no ...
... true poetic imagination . mean So very strange a thing ! The feast was o'er , and to the court He went without delay , Resolved to break the marble hand , And force the ring away ! But mark a stranger wonder still- The ring was there no ...
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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.