 Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora...  A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems - Página 62de Thomas Moore - 1859 - 160 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 páginas
...Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my NORA CREINA ! III. LESBIA hath a wit ren'n'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell, if they 're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my NORA'S heart, In safer slumber... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 páginas
...wear, mv Nora Creina! Who can tell if they're desigu'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us? Pillow 'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber love reposes ;— Bed of peace ! whose roughest par Is but the crumpling of the roses! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crein* !... | |
 | 1834 - 638 páginas
...Creina ; Nature's dress in loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazsle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumher love reposes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 páginas
...Creina ! Nature's dress Is loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refin'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...; Bed of peace ! whose roughest part - Is but the crumbling of the roses ! Oh, my Nora Crcina, dear ! My mild, my artles, Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 páginas
...round us, Who rau tell if they 're design'd To da/zle merely or to wound us? Pillow'fl on my Non's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes — Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is but (he crumpling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Crein.i, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcin.i! Wit, though... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 páginas
...arc gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're dcsign'd To dazzle merely or to wound us? Pillo w'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes...Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcina! Wit, though bright, Hath not the light That warms your eyes, my Nora Creina! 1 SAW THY FORM... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 páginas
...gleaming round ut, Who can tell if they 're dewgn'd To d.izzle merely or to wound usf pillow'd on my Nun's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes— Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is hut the crumpling of the rose«. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artlc&s Nora Creina! \Vit, though... | |
 | 1834 - 784 páginas
...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Norah Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined ; But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillowed on my Norah's breast, In safer slumber Lovo reposes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 páginas
...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...— Bed of peace ! whose roughest part Is but the crumbling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear ! My mild, my artless Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,... | |
 | Francis Mahony - 1836 - 696 páginas
...Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Norah Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refined ; But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my Norah's breast, In safer slumber Love reposes — Bed of peace, whose roughest part Is but the crumpling... | |
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