The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With LifeHouston & Wright, 1866 - 490 páginas |
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... Tear- " On beds of snow the moonbeam slept , ' To Julia weeping- " Oh ! if your tears are giv'n , ” Song " Have you not seen the timid tear , ' The Shield- " Oh ! did you not hear a voice , " ' Pity me , love ! I'll pity thee , " 66 99 ...
... Tear- " On beds of snow the moonbeam slept , ' To Julia weeping- " Oh ! if your tears are giv'n , ” Song " Have you not seen the timid tear , ' The Shield- " Oh ! did you not hear a voice , " ' Pity me , love ! I'll pity thee , " 66 99 ...
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... tear , ' 416 " Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb , " " The turf shall be my fragrant shrine , " 416 417 ... tears , 419 420 66 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean , " " But who shall see the glorious day , " 420 421 ...
... tear , ' 416 " Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb , " " The turf shall be my fragrant shrine , " 416 417 ... tears , 419 420 66 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean , " " But who shall see the glorious day , " 420 421 ...
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... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost ! Sad and subdued ...
... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost ! Sad and subdued ...
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... tears , And find those tears warm as when last they started , Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! Oh my own life ! —why should a single day , A moment keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer on the ...
... tears , And find those tears warm as when last they started , Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! Oh my own life ! —why should a single day , A moment keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer on the ...
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... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep in heaven ! Think in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep in heaven ! Think in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle Thomas Moore Visualização completa - 1863 |
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Anacreon angel Barnes beam beautiful beneath Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breast breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Cashmere charm cheek cup of Jamshid dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth enchanted wreath ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair fancy feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven hour hung hyæna isle Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet sweetly tears tears of wine tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill United Irishmen veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth
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Página 403 - 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.
Página 434 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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.
Página 49 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all!
Página 402 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ; Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Página 383 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Página 23 - 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.
Página 139 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! 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...
Página 386 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 382 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Página 409 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...