The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 страница |
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... King Crack and his Idols- " King Crack was the best , " 381 " What's my thought like ? " Epigram . Dialogue between a Catholic Delegate " " 382 382 383 and His R - y - 1 H - ghn - ss the D▭e of C — b — 1 — d , Wreaths for Ministers ...
... King Crack and his Idols- " King Crack was the best , " 381 " What's my thought like ? " Epigram . Dialogue between a Catholic Delegate " " 382 382 383 and His R - y - 1 H - ghn - ss the D▭e of C — b — 1 — d , Wreaths for Ministers ...
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... King of the Lesser Bucharia , a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis , having abdicated the throne in favour of his son , set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet ; and , passing into India through the delightful valley ...
... King of the Lesser Bucharia , a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis , having abdicated the throne in favour of his son , set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet ; and , passing into India through the delightful valley ...
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... King had sent to accompany his bride , and who rode on each side of the litter , upon small Ara- bian horses ; -all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and fastidious Fadladeen , Great Nazir or ...
... King had sent to accompany his bride , and who rode on each side of the litter , upon small Ara- bian horses ; -all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and fastidious Fadladeen , Great Nazir or ...
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... kings are proud to cull From fair Circassia's vales , so beautiful ! All is in motion ; rings and plumes and pearls Are shining everywhere : -some younger girls Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds , To gather fresh , cool chaplets ...
... kings are proud to cull From fair Circassia's vales , so beautiful ! All is in motion ; rings and plumes and pearls Are shining everywhere : -some younger girls Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds , To gather fresh , cool chaplets ...
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... King , + Whom Death's dark Angel , with his lightening torch , Struck down and blasted even in Pleasure's porch , Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent , Arm'd with Heav'n's sword , for man's enfranchisement- .. Young Azim wander'd ...
... King , + Whom Death's dark Angel , with his lightening torch , Struck down and blasted even in Pleasure's porch , Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent , Arm'd with Heav'n's sword , for man's enfranchisement- .. Young Azim wander'd ...
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Anacreon angel Arab Azim beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna Iran Khorassan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth Zelica
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Страница 401 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Страница 419 - 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. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Страница 61 - 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 405 - And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Страница 401 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. 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 447 - 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...
Страница 134 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , * Its temples, and grottos , and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Страница 402 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Страница 425 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...
Страница 64 - Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...