The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 страница |
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... holy by the ranks Of sainted cedars on its banks . " As to fire , the Ghebers place the spring head of it in that globe of fire , the Sun , by them called Mithras , or Mihir , to which they pay the highest reverence , in gratitude for ...
... holy by the ranks Of sainted cedars on its banks . " As to fire , the Ghebers place the spring head of it in that globe of fire , the Sun , by them called Mithras , or Mihir , to which they pay the highest reverence , in gratitude for ...
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... holy water ! But who the deuce cares , DICK , as long as they nourish us Neatly as now , and good cookery flourishes- Long as , by bayonets protected , we Natties May have our full fling at their salmis and pates ? And , truly , I ...
... holy water ! But who the deuce cares , DICK , as long as they nourish us Neatly as now , and good cookery flourishes- Long as , by bayonets protected , we Natties May have our full fling at their salmis and pates ? And , truly , I ...
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... HOLY ALLIANCE . A Dream . I'VE had a dream that bodes no good Unto the Holy Brotherhood . I may be wrong , but I confess- As far as it is right or lawful For one , no conjuror , to guess ... HOLY ALLIANCE The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance.
... HOLY ALLIANCE . A Dream . I'VE had a dream that bodes no good Unto the Holy Brotherhood . I may be wrong , but I confess- As far as it is right or lawful For one , no conjuror , to guess ... HOLY ALLIANCE The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance.
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth