The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 страница |
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... Song To Cloe . - I could resign that eye of blue 94 ib . To the Fire - fly . ib . Paradise and the Peri The Vase . ib . The Fire - worshippers The Wreath and the Chain ib . The Light of the Haram Notes The timid girl now hung her head ...
... Song To Cloe . - I could resign that eye of blue 94 ib . To the Fire - fly . ib . Paradise and the Peri The Vase . ib . The Fire - worshippers The Wreath and the Chain ib . The Light of the Haram Notes The timid girl now hung her head ...
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... Song . I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gazed . From the Greek On a beautiful East Indian Το I know that none can smile like thee At night To --- . I often wish that thou wert dead INTERCEPTED LETTERS ; or , THE TWO - PENNY- XIII ...
... Song . I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gazed . From the Greek On a beautiful East Indian Το I know that none can smile like thee At night To --- . I often wish that thou wert dead INTERCEPTED LETTERS ; or , THE TWO - PENNY- XIII ...
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... Song . When the heart's feeling ib . FRAGMENTS . The Ballad ib . Cupid , whose lamp has lent the ray ib . To Mrs. --- , on her translation of Voi- Let me resign a wretched breath ib . ture's Kiss ib . I know thou lovest a brimming ...
... Song . When the heart's feeling ib . FRAGMENTS . The Ballad ib . Cupid , whose lamp has lent the ray ib . To Mrs. --- , on her translation of Voi- Let me resign a wretched breath ib . ture's Kiss ib . I know thou lovest a brimming ...
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... Song of War Awake , arise , thy light is come The Tablet of Love There is a bleak desert The young Rose . Since first thy word Hark ! ' t is the breeze . When in languor sleeps the heart When ' midst the gay I meet Where is your ...
... Song of War Awake , arise , thy light is come The Tablet of Love There is a bleak desert The young Rose . Since first thy word Hark ! ' t is the breeze . When in languor sleeps the heart When ' midst the gay I meet Where is your ...
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... Song . For the Poco - Curante Society • 377 Genius and Criticism The Witch's Sabbath . 378 ib . Imitation of the Inferno of Dante Lament for the loss of Lord Bathurst's tail The Cherries , a parable Stanzas written in anticipation of ...
... Song . For the Poco - Curante Society • 377 Genius and Criticism The Witch's Sabbath . 378 ib . Imitation of the Inferno of Dante Lament for the loss of Lord Bathurst's tail The Cherries , a parable Stanzas written in anticipation of ...
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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...