The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 страница |
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... brow of snow The Extinguishers . LII . Away , away , you men of rules CORRUPTION ( an epistle ) , Preface , etc. INTOLERANCE ( a poem ) Appendix . THE SCEPTIC , Preface , etc. ODES OF ANACREON . LIII . When I behold the festive train ...
... brow of snow The Extinguishers . LII . Away , away , you men of rules CORRUPTION ( an epistle ) , Preface , etc. INTOLERANCE ( a poem ) Appendix . THE SCEPTIC , Preface , etc. ODES OF ANACREON . LIII . When I behold the festive train ...
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... brow unpleasant , May come when least we wish him present , And beckon to the sable shore , And grimly bid us - drink no More ! " Let We here terminate the Biographical part of our sketch ; and , after a few introductory and general ...
... brow unpleasant , May come when least we wish him present , And beckon to the sable shore , And grimly bid us - drink no More ! " Let We here terminate the Biographical part of our sketch ; and , after a few introductory and general ...
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... brow , he always wore a veil of silver gauze , and was at last attacked by the Caliph , and extermi- nated with all his adherents . On this story Mr Moore has engrafted a romantic and not very probable tale : yet , even with all its ...
... brow , he always wore a veil of silver gauze , and was at last attacked by the Caliph , and extermi- nated with all his adherents . On this story Mr Moore has engrafted a romantic and not very probable tale : yet , even with all its ...
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... brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were even the gleams , miraculously shed , Like tulip - beds , ( 29 ) of different shape and dyes , Bending beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ...
... brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were even the gleams , miraculously shed , Like tulip - beds , ( 29 ) of different shape and dyes , Bending beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ...
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... brow can wave ; ― But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! The pomp is at an end , the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all dazzled by ...
... brow can wave ; ― But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! The pomp is at an end , the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all dazzled by ...
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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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Страница 320 - 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 dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Страница 301 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Страница 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head...
Страница 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Страница 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Страница 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Страница 301 - Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear...
Страница 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Страница 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...