The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 21823 |
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... 113 . 118 • 120 · 122 • . 123 132 • • 136 . 137 To the fire - fly The vase The wreath and the chain Το sive shade . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 138 139 140 143 EPISTLE VI . - To Lord Viscount Forbes . To vi CONTENTS .
... 113 . 118 • 120 · 122 • . 123 132 • • 136 . 137 To the fire - fly The vase The wreath and the chain Το sive shade . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 138 139 140 143 EPISTLE VI . - To Lord Viscount Forbes . To vi CONTENTS .
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... shade on Pico's height , * Where dimly , ' mid the dusk , he towers , And , scowling at this Heaven of light ... shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids . † Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps ...
... shade on Pico's height , * Where dimly , ' mid the dusk , he towers , And , scowling at this Heaven of light ... shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids . † Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps ...
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... shades , where she at evening roved , Alone could know , alone could tell . ' Twas there , at twilight time , she stole So oft , to make the dear - one bless'd , Whom love had given her virgin soul , And nature soon gave all the rest ...
... shades , where she at evening roved , Alone could know , alone could tell . ' Twas there , at twilight time , she stole So oft , to make the dear - one bless'd , Whom love had given her virgin soul , And nature soon gave all the rest ...
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... shade , The din the world at distance made ; When every night my weary head Sunk on its own unthorned bed , And , mild as evening's matron hour Looks on the faintly shutting flower , A mother saw our eyelids close And bless'd them into ...
... shade , The din the world at distance made ; When every night my weary head Sunk on its own unthorned bed , And , mild as evening's matron hour Looks on the faintly shutting flower , A mother saw our eyelids close And bless'd them into ...
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... shaded Dim by Death's eternal chill- And yet , perhaps , they are not faded ; · Life and love may light them still . Thus , when my soul with parting sigh , Hung on thy hand's bewildering touch , And , timid , ask'd that speaking eye ...
... shaded Dim by Death's eternal chill- And yet , perhaps , they are not faded ; · Life and love may light them still . Thus , when my soul with parting sigh , Hung on thy hand's bewildering touch , And , timid , ask'd that speaking eye ...
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Achilles Tatius ancient ARISTIPPUS ARISTOTLE bard beam beauty beneath Bermuda blessed blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning charm cheek CICERO clime dear Dismal Swamp Dithyrambic divine dream earth Epicurean Epicurus fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glow grace hath heart Heaven heptachord hour hung isle JOSEPH ATKINSON kiss kiss'd Lady lamp languid Leontium light look look'd lover lyre magic maid Mamurra mingle morning murmurs ne'er never night nymph o'er PAULUS SILENTIARIUS PAUSANIAS philosophers Pindar Plato play'd PLUTARCH pure Pythagoras rapture repose round roves says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sigh'd sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring steal Stoics stole sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thou thought trace Twas twine warm wave weep wing δε και μεν τε ΤΟ
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Página 262 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 46 - 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,
Página 185 - ALONE by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved, And bright were its flowery banks to his eye ; But far, very far were the friends that he loved. And he gazed on its flowery banks with a sigh ! Oh Nature ! though blessed and bright are thy rays, O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own ! Nor long did the soul of the stranger remain...
Página 268 - I dreamt not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Página 263 - The rapids arc near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas
Página 242 - I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that is humble might hope for it here...
Página 224 - I believe this is the finest confluence in the world. The two rivers are much of the same breadth, each about half a league ; but the Missouri is by far the most rapid, and seems to enter the Mississippi like a conqueror, through which it carries its white waves to the opposite shore without mixing them : afterwards it gives its colour to the Mississippi, which it never loses again, but carries quite down to the sea."— Letter xxvii.
Página 262 - I remember when we have entered, at sunset, upon one of those beautiful lakes, into which the St. Lawrence so grandly and unexpectedly opens, I have heard this simple air with a pleasure which the finest compositions of the first masters have never given me...
Página 286 - But eloquence glows on your lip When you swear that you'll love me for ever. Thus you see what a brilliant alliance Of arts is assembled in you, — A course of more exquisite science Man never need wish to pursue.
Página 47 - When the footstep of death is near !" Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before ! And when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay, where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear, and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she-wolf...