The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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... divine , " An Ode by the Translatoi ,. PAGE 345 345 99 345 346 346 346 346 EPIGRAMS OF THE ANTHOLOGIA : - " Around the tomb , O bard divine ! " 348 " Here sleeps Anacreon , in this ivied shade , " 349 " O stranger ! if Anacreon's shell ...
... divine , " An Ode by the Translatoi ,. PAGE 345 345 99 345 346 346 346 346 EPIGRAMS OF THE ANTHOLOGIA : - " Around the tomb , O bard divine ! " 348 " Here sleeps Anacreon , in this ivied shade , " 349 " O stranger ! if Anacreon's shell ...
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... divine , — What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , — Yon warrior youth advancing from the crowd With silver bow , with belt of ...
... divine , — What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , — Yon warrior youth advancing from the crowd With silver bow , with belt of ...
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... divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl'd , Those words of sunshine , " Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd Th ' inspiring summons ...
... divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl'd , Those words of sunshine , " Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd Th ' inspiring summons ...
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... divine Thus deign through dark mortality to shine . Such was the Essence that in Adam dwelt , To which all heaven , except the Proud One , knelt : † Such the refined Intelligence that glow'd In Moussa's frame - and , thence descending ...
... divine Thus deign through dark mortality to shine . Such was the Essence that in Adam dwelt , To which all heaven , except the Proud One , knelt : † Such the refined Intelligence that glow'd In Moussa's frame - and , thence descending ...
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... Divine embrace Should circle her in heaven , no darkening trace Would on that bosom he once loved remain , But all be bright , be pure , be his again : - These were the wildering dreams , whose curst deceit Had chain'd her soul beneath ...
... Divine embrace Should circle her in heaven , no darkening trace Would on that bosom he once loved remain , But all be bright , be pure , be his again : - These were the wildering dreams , whose curst deceit Had chain'd her soul beneath ...
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Страница 439 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Страница 421 - 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 25 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Страница 447 - To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
Страница 415 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Страница 400 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...
Страница 60 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Страница 398 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Страница 460 - And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Страница 460 - 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 f Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall...