The Poetical Works of Thomas MoorePhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 420 страница |
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... meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and ...
... meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and ...
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... meet ! - Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag , Mokanna's host unfuri'd , Those words of sunshine , " Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul ...
... meet ! - Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag , Mokanna's host unfuri'd , Those words of sunshine , " Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul ...
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... meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth By glimpses of the Heav'n her heart had lost ; In ev'ry glance there ...
... meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth By glimpses of the Heav'n her heart had lost ; In ev'ry glance there ...
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... meet Mokanna at his place of prayer , A garden oratory , cool and fair , By the stream's side , where still at close of day The Prophet of the Veil retired to pray ; Sometimes alone - but oftener far , with one - One chosen nymph to ...
... meet Mokanna at his place of prayer , A garden oratory , cool and fair , By the stream's side , where still at close of day The Prophet of the Veil retired to pray ; Sometimes alone - but oftener far , with one - One chosen nymph to ...
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... meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To ...
... meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To ...
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ANACREON Azim Bacchus Bathyllus beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss blood bloom blushing bow'rs bower breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek cold dark dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth Erin ev'n ev'ry eyes fade Fadladeen fair falchion farewell Feramorz fire flame flowers gleam glory glowing gondolier gone green arbor Hafed Haram hath heart Heav'n hope hour Iran Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Love's lute maid minarets moonlight morning mountains ne'er never night nymphs o'er once pass'd Peri pure roses rosy round satrap seem'd shade shed shine Ship ahoy shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit Sprite star sunny sweet sword tears thee There's thine thou thought throne Tow'rds trembling turn'd veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth Zelica
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Страница 97 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Страница 333 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh ! no : it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Страница 107 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light,— And yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span Th
Страница 326 - 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Страница 303 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Страница 309 - Oh ! where's the slave, so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, * Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly ? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, • Would wait till time decay'd it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell, Erin ! farewell all, Who live to weep our fall...
Страница 103 - She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran ; For there's a magic in each tear, Such kindly Spirits weep for man ! Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy...
Страница 111 - 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 !
Страница 351 - And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 406 - Jehovah has triumph' d — his people are free! Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen; all splendid and brave, 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 triumph'd — his people are free!