The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 страница |
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... warm they rise from TEFLIS ' brooks ; ' And with an eye , whose restless ray , Full , floating , dark - oh he , who knows His heart is weak , of heav'n should pray , To guard him from such eyes as those ! — With a voluptuous wildness ...
... warm they rise from TEFLIS ' brooks ; ' And with an eye , whose restless ray , Full , floating , dark - oh he , who knows His heart is weak , of heav'n should pray , To guard him from such eyes as those ! — With a voluptuous wildness ...
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... Warm hearts , too warm to die ! Till , as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanish'd years , Then , then the cup before me Seems turning all to tears . FAREWELL , THERESA . Venetian Air . FAREWELL , Theresa ! that cloud which over ...
... Warm hearts , too warm to die ! Till , as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanish'd years , Then , then the cup before me Seems turning all to tears . FAREWELL , THERESA . Venetian Air . FAREWELL , Theresa ! that cloud which over ...
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... warm , will set as soon , - Oh ! call it none of these . Imagine something purer far , More free from stain of clay , Than Friendship , Love , or Passion are , Yet human still as they : As if thy lip , for love like this , No mortal ...
... warm , will set as soon , - Oh ! call it none of these . Imagine something purer far , More free from stain of clay , Than Friendship , Love , or Passion are , Yet human still as they : As if thy lip , for love like this , No mortal ...
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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