The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Том 1G. Smith, 1825 - 6 страница |
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... rose , and with a suitable eulogium , proposed the health of the distinguished Irishman who had honoured the country with his presence . After the applause See vol . v . page 136 , had subsided , Mr. Moore rose much affected , and MEMOIR ...
... rose , and with a suitable eulogium , proposed the health of the distinguished Irishman who had honoured the country with his presence . After the applause See vol . v . page 136 , had subsided , Mr. Moore rose much affected , and MEMOIR ...
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Thomas Moore. had subsided , Mr. Moore rose much affected , and spoke to the following effect : - " I feel this the very proudest moment of my whole life ; to receive such a tribute from an as- sembly like this around me , composed of ...
Thomas Moore. had subsided , Mr. Moore rose much affected , and spoke to the following effect : - " I feel this the very proudest moment of my whole life ; to receive such a tribute from an as- sembly like this around me , composed of ...
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... Roses * ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Kho- ten had passed through it . The Princess , having taken leave of her kind father , who at parting hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck , on ...
... Roses * ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Kho- ten had passed through it . The Princess , having taken leave of her kind father , who at parting hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck , on ...
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... rose - coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter , at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing ; and the lovely troop of Tartarian and ...
... rose - coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter , at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing ; and the lovely troop of Tartarian and ...
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... , that ne'er hath spoken , Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose 36 LALLA ROOKH :
... , that ne'er hath spoken , Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose 36 LALLA ROOKH :
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame flowers gardens Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Isles Khedar Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moore mountain naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure roses round ruin'd seem'd sherbets shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword tears thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Страница 232 - 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 240 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Страница 240 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Страница 156 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Страница 117 - 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 116 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all...
Страница 64 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Страница 121 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
Страница 121 - 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!'
Страница 189 - Whose liquid flame is born of them ! When, 'stead of one unchanging breeze, There blow a thousand gentle airs, And each a different perfume bears, As if the loveliest plants and trees Had vassal breezes of their own To watch and wait on them alone, And waft no other breath than theirs : When the blue waters rise and fall, In sleepy sunshine mantling all ; And even that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers' hearts when newly blest, Too newly to be quite at rest.