The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 страница |
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... Believe me , if all those endearing young charms ing .. ib . ib . The time I've lost in wooing 305 No. III . Where is the slave , so lowly ib . Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do- negal Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken ...
... Believe me , if all those endearing young charms ing .. ib . ib . The time I've lost in wooing 305 No. III . Where is the slave , so lowly ib . Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do- negal Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken ...
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... believe that there have been thousands of men in the world who could have walked the same path , and perhaps met with the same suc- cess , if they had had the same confidence . Pas- sionate and reflecting minds are not so rare as we ...
... believe that there have been thousands of men in the world who could have walked the same path , and perhaps met with the same suc- cess , if they had had the same confidence . Pas- sionate and reflecting minds are not so rare as we ...
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... believe to We have always considered Asia as naturally the home of poetry , and the creator of poets . What makes Greece so poetical a country is , that at every step we stumble over recollections of departed grandeur , and behold the ...
... believe to We have always considered Asia as naturally the home of poetry , and the creator of poets . What makes Greece so poetical a country is , that at every step we stumble over recollections of departed grandeur , and behold the ...
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... believe that Mr Moore ever writes a fair , the witty , the happy , idolize Mr Moore's de- line that in itself would not pass for poetry , that lightful muse , on her pedestal of airy smiles or is not at least a vivid or harmonious ...
... believe that Mr Moore ever writes a fair , the witty , the happy , idolize Mr Moore's de- line that in itself would not pass for poetry , that lightful muse , on her pedestal of airy smiles or is not at least a vivid or harmonious ...
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... believe . A heaven too ye must have , ye lords of dust , - A splendid Paradise , -pure souls , ye must : That Prophet ill sustains his holy call , Who finds not Heavens to suit the tastes of all ; Houris for boys , omniscience for sages ...
... believe . A heaven too ye must have , ye lords of dust , - A splendid Paradise , -pure souls , ye must : That Prophet ill sustains his holy call , Who finds not Heavens to suit the tastes of all ; Houris for boys , omniscience for sages ...
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Anacreon ancient angels Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm creon dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace hath heart Heaven holy hope hour Irish King kiss Lady Morgan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night Note nymph o'er Persian Philostratus Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne translation trembling turn'd twine vellum warm weep Whigs wild wing words young youth δε και
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