The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 3G. Smith, 1825 - 6 páginas |
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... close of the season , June 1810. The performers at the theatre were gentlemen of the neighbouring country , and the profits of the performance were given to the different charitable institutions in Kilkenny . The Melologue was written ...
... close of the season , June 1810. The performers at the theatre were gentlemen of the neighbouring country , and the profits of the performance were given to the different charitable institutions in Kilkenny . The Melologue was written ...
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... close the book of Europes's rights , What song shall then in sadness tell Of broken pride of prospects shaded , Of buried hopes remembered well , Of ardour quenched , and honour faded ; What muse shall mourn the breathless brave , n ...
... close the book of Europes's rights , What song shall then in sadness tell Of broken pride of prospects shaded , Of buried hopes remembered well , Of ardour quenched , and honour faded ; What muse shall mourn the breathless brave , n ...
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... close in death , The close he long wish'd to his cheerless rov- ing , For victory shone on his latest breath , And he dies in a cause of his heart's approv- ing ; But still he remember'd his sorrow , and still He sung till the vision of ...
... close in death , The close he long wish'd to his cheerless rov- ing , For victory shone on his latest breath , And he dies in a cause of his heart's approv- ing ; But still he remember'd his sorrow , and still He sung till the vision of ...
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... close to thee growing , How light was thy heart till love's witchery came , Like the wind of the south * o'er a summer lute blowing , And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame ! But long upon ARABY's green sunny highlands , Shall ...
... close to thee growing , How light was thy heart till love's witchery came , Like the wind of the south * o'er a summer lute blowing , And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame ! But long upon ARABY's green sunny highlands , Shall ...
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... Close , close by the side of that hero she'll set thee , Enbalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart . Farewell - be it ours to embellish thy pillow With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep ; Each flower of the rock , and ...
... Close , close by the side of that hero she'll set thee , Enbalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart . Farewell - be it ours to embellish thy pillow With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep ; Each flower of the rock , and ...
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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.