The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Complete in One VolumeD. Appleton, 1853 - 747 страница |
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... wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! " I heard the baby's tale of wo ; I heard the bitter night - winds blow ; And sighing for his piteous fate , I trimm'd my lamp and oped the gate . " Twas Love ...
... wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! " I heard the baby's tale of wo ; I heard the bitter night - winds blow ; And sighing for his piteous fate , I trimm'd my lamp and oped the gate . " Twas Love ...
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... wild wood's leafy tops , To drink the dew that morning drops , And chirp thy song with such a glee , That happiest kings may envy thee . Whatever decks the velvet field , Whate'er the circling seasons yield , Whatever buds , whatever ...
... wild wood's leafy tops , To drink the dew that morning drops , And chirp thy song with such a glee , That happiest kings may envy thee . Whatever decks the velvet field , Whate'er the circling seasons yield , Whatever buds , whatever ...
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... wild - bee's touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! " That when Death came , with shadowy pinion , To waft me to his bleak dominion , I might , by bribes , my doom delay , And bid him ...
... wild - bee's touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! " That when Death came , with shadowy pinion , To waft me to his bleak dominion , I might , by bribes , my doom delay , And bid him ...
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... wild , These blooming maids , and slyly smiled ; Smiled indeed with wanton glee , Though none could doubt they envied me . And still I flew - and now had caught The panting nymphs , and fondly thought To gather from each rosy lip A kiss ...
... wild , These blooming maids , and slyly smiled ; Smiled indeed with wanton glee , Though none could doubt they envied me . And still I flew - and now had caught The panting nymphs , and fondly thought To gather from each rosy lip A kiss ...
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... wild harp's tender tone , A tale of woes , alas , his own ; And oh , the sadness in his sigh , As o'er his lip the accents die ! " Never sure on earth has been Half so bright , so blest a scene . It seems as Love himself had cor To make ...
... wild harp's tender tone , A tale of woes , alas , his own ; And oh , the sadness in his sigh , As o'er his lip the accents die ! " Never sure on earth has been Half so bright , so blest a scene . It seems as Love himself had cor To make ...
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Страница 230 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Страница 232 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Страница 245 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 282 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 246 - 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 298 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Страница 251 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Страница 449 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie. With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Страница 231 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker, or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Страница 235 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.