The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 страница |
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... darkness I found ib . thee . ib . No. VII . When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow Advertisement . 294 My ... dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them ib . Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at ...
... darkness I found ib . thee . ib . No. VII . When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow Advertisement . 294 My ... dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them ib . Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at ...
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... dark calın , nius , and of the most tremulons , and yet the most which you only know to be in motion by the impetuous feeling . He knew all our old nation - panting which you hear . He had totally for- al airs , of every character and ...
... dark calın , nius , and of the most tremulons , and yet the most which you only know to be in motion by the impetuous feeling . He knew all our old nation - panting which you hear . He had totally for- al airs , of every character and ...
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... 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 , flow'd Through many a ...
... 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 , flow'd Through many a ...
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... dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter s art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed ...
... dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter s art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed ...
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... darkness , as if bless'd to flee From light , whose every glimpse was agony ! Yet , one relief this glance of former ... dark , An isle of ice encounters some swift bark , And startling all its wretches from their sleep , By one cold ...
... darkness , as if bless'd to flee From light , whose every glimpse was agony ! Yet , one relief this glance of former ... dark , An isle of ice encounters some swift bark , And startling all its wretches from their sleep , By one cold ...
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AIR-The Anacreon angels bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero cold creon dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round Sappho seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit Sprite star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought turn'd warm wave weep wild wings words young youth και
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Страница 328 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Страница 301 - 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 lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Страница 318 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Страница 303 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. "Was not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty's all our own.
Страница 328 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Страница 302 - FAREWELL !— but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
Страница 12 - 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 58 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Страница 327 - 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 294 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...