The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 páginas |
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... beneath ; men who feel that there is something more sacred than party , and whose noble natures , in the worst of times , would come out of the conflict of public opinion , like pebbles out of the ocean , but more smooth and more ...
... beneath ; men who feel that there is something more sacred than party , and whose noble natures , in the worst of times , would come out of the conflict of public opinion , like pebbles out of the ocean , but more smooth and more ...
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... beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ? What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - All glowing from the presence of his God ! On either side , with ready hearts and hands , His ...
... beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ? What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - All glowing from the presence of his God ! On either side , with ready hearts and hands , His ...
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... beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively ...
... beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively ...
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... beneath God's sky Could tempt or change me , and - so once thought I. But this is past - though worse than death my lot , Than hell - ' t is nothing , while he knows it not . Far off to some benighted land I'll fly , Where sunbeam ne'er ...
... beneath God's sky Could tempt or change me , and - so once thought I. But this is past - though worse than death my lot , Than hell - ' t is nothing , while he knows it not . Far off to some benighted land I'll fly , Where sunbeam ne'er ...
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... beneath shines through The sprinkling of that fountain's silvery dew , Like the wet , glistening shells , of every dye , That on the margin of the Red Sea lie . Here too he traces the kind visitings All is in motion ; rings and plumes ...
... beneath shines through The sprinkling of that fountain's silvery dew , Like the wet , glistening shells , of every dye , That on the margin of the Red Sea lie . Here too he traces the kind visitings All is in motion ; rings and plumes ...
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Anacreon ancient angels Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm creon dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace hath heart Heaven holy hope hour Irish King kiss Lady Morgan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night Note nymph o'er Persian Philostratus Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne translation trembling turn'd twine vellum warm weep Whigs wild wing words young youth δε και
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Página 320 - 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 ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Página 301 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Página 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! 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 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Página 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Página 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Página 301 - Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear...
Página 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Página 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...