The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 páginas |
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... kind . - Austrian Air • Joys of youth , how fleeting ! - Portuguese Hark - I hear a spirit sing . - Hindostanee Air Air Hear me but once . - 1 once . - French Air ib . SACRED SONGS . - No . I. ib . Thou art , oh God ! No. III . This ...
... kind . - Austrian Air • Joys of youth , how fleeting ! - Portuguese Hark - I hear a spirit sing . - Hindostanee Air Air Hear me but once . - 1 once . - French Air ib . SACRED SONGS . - No . I. ib . Thou art , oh God ! No. III . This ...
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... kind and warm - hearted man- ner in which the toast has been proposed by my excellent friend and fellow - countrymau . have my name coupled with that of Mr Camp- bell , I feel to be no ordinary distinction . If a critical knowledge of ...
... kind and warm - hearted man- ner in which the toast has been proposed by my excellent friend and fellow - countrymau . have my name coupled with that of Mr Camp- bell , I feel to be no ordinary distinction . If a critical knowledge of ...
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... kind of second - sight , and exclaims ( on hearing one of his own melodies re - echoed from a bugle in the mountains of Kil- larney ) , Oh , forgive if , while listening to music , whose breath Seem'd to circle his name with a charm ...
... kind of second - sight , and exclaims ( on hearing one of his own melodies re - echoed from a bugle in the mountains of Kil- larney ) , Oh , forgive if , while listening to music , whose breath Seem'd to circle his name with a charm ...
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... kind of upper servants of the aristocracy : they wore their lord's livery , and sometimes shaved the crown of their heads like monks . " When war and hunting formed almost the ex- clusive occupation of the great ; when their sur- plus ...
... kind of upper servants of the aristocracy : they wore their lord's livery , and sometimes shaved the crown of their heads like monks . " When war and hunting formed almost the ex- clusive occupation of the great ; when their sur- plus ...
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... kind of fastidious extravagance in Mr Moore's serious poetry . Each thing must be fine , soft , exquisite in itself , for it is never set off by reflec- tion or contrast . It glitters to the sense through the atmosphere of indifference ...
... kind of fastidious extravagance in Mr Moore's serious poetry . Each thing must be fine , soft , exquisite in itself , for it is never set off by reflec- tion or contrast . It glitters to the sense through the atmosphere of indifference ...
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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...