The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 страница |
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... hope , within us springing ib . As slow our ship her foamy track Night closed around the conqueror's way ib . In the morning of life , when its cares are Oh ! ' t is sweet to think , that , where'er we unknown . roam ib . Through grief ...
... hope , within us springing ib . As slow our ship her foamy track Night closed around the conqueror's way ib . In the morning of life , when its cares are Oh ! ' t is sweet to think , that , where'er we unknown . roam ib . Through grief ...
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... hope his delicacy towards others may not lead him too far towards the risk of his own popularity , or the sacrifice of what we designate once more the public property . If credit may be given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most ...
... hope his delicacy towards others may not lead him too far towards the risk of his own popularity , or the sacrifice of what we designate once more the public property . If credit may be given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most ...
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... hope and peace we ' ve lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! —in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , ' which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
... hope and peace we ' ve lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! —in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , ' which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
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... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before - as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before - as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
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... hope or Prophet's dream ! Light of the Faith ! who twinest religion's zeal So close with love's , men know not which they feel , Nor which to sigh for in their trance of heart , The Heaven thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ! What ...
... hope or Prophet's dream ! Light of the Faith ! who twinest religion's zeal So close with love's , men know not which they feel , Nor which to sigh for in their trance of heart , The Heaven thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ! What ...
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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...