The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 3G. Smith, 1825 - 6 páginas |
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... bright days that never can return ; When Athens nurs'd her olive - bough With hands by tyrant power unchained , And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath by tyrant touch unstained ; When heroes trod each classic field , Where coward feet ...
... bright days that never can return ; When Athens nurs'd her olive - bough With hands by tyrant power unchained , And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath by tyrant touch unstained ; When heroes trod each classic field , Where coward feet ...
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... bright sunset of an April day , While the cold shower yet hangs upon his wings . Long may the Irish heart repeat n echo to those lively strains ; nd when the stranger's ear shall meet hat melody on distant plains , " h ! he will feel ...
... bright sunset of an April day , While the cold shower yet hangs upon his wings . Long may the Irish heart repeat n echo to those lively strains ; nd when the stranger's ear shall meet hat melody on distant plains , " h ! he will feel ...
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... bright , That I keep my eye - beam clear . Then wait no longer till tears shall flow , Fanny dearest ! the hope is vain : If sunshine cannot dissolve thy snow , I shall never attempt it with rain . SWEET SEDUCER . SWEET seducer , ever ...
... bright , That I keep my eye - beam clear . Then wait no longer till tears shall flow , Fanny dearest ! the hope is vain : If sunshine cannot dissolve thy snow , I shall never attempt it with rain . SWEET SEDUCER . SWEET seducer , ever ...
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... bright , Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night ; Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung , And thril'd ev'ry leaf with the wild lay he sung , Oh ! take thou this young Rose , and let 34 MELODIES .
... bright , Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night ; Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung , And thril'd ev'ry leaf with the wild lay he sung , Oh ! take thou this young Rose , and let 34 MELODIES .
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... , dear bosom ! no sorrow shall pain thee , Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal ; Beam , bright eyelid ! no weeping shall stain thee , Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel . Oh ! if there be a charm * In love 36 MELODIES .
... , dear bosom ! no sorrow shall pain thee , Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal ; Beam , bright eyelid ! no weeping shall stain thee , Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel . Oh ! if there be a charm * In love 36 MELODIES .
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battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower bowl breath breath'd bright brow calm chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ry eyes fade fair fame Farewell feel flame flowers Glendalough glory glowing harp hath heart heaven Hero's heart hope hour Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kilkenny kiss leaves Lesbia light lips live look'd looks lov'd Love's lover lute maid Merrily oh moonlight morning ne'er never night o'er once Planxty Red Branch remember roses round scribble-hy shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Voice wander warm wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 100 - 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.
Página 243 - 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.
Página 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Página 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Página 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Página 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Página 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Página 259 - 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...
Página 102 - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
Página 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.