The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreRobert Martin, 1851 - 518 páginas |
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... Smile in thine Eyes . 27 Oh , had we some bright little isle of our own 42 Oh ! breathe not his Name 28 Farewell ... smiling eyes . 50 Oh , blame not the Bard ... 33 If thou'lt be mine .... 51 While gazing on the moon's light .. 34 To ...
... Smile in thine Eyes . 27 Oh , had we some bright little isle of our own 42 Oh ! breathe not his Name 28 Farewell ... smiling eyes . 50 Oh , blame not the Bard ... 33 If thou'lt be mine .... 51 While gazing on the moon's light .. 34 To ...
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... smile . ( Venetian Air ) 55 Peace to the slumberers ! ( Catalonian Air ) 55 When thou shalt wander . ( Sicilian Air ) ... smiling . ( Italian Air ) 84 Sing , sing - Music was given ... 60 Though humble the banquet 61 Sing , sweet Harp ...
... smile . ( Venetian Air ) 55 Peace to the slumberers ! ( Catalonian Air ) 55 When thou shalt wander . ( Sicilian Air ) ... smiling . ( Italian Air ) 84 Sing , sing - Music was given ... 60 Though humble the banquet 61 Sing , sweet Harp ...
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... smile from ev'n the Saint Banou , As , through the hush'd , admiring throng , She went with stately steps along , And counted o'er , that all might see , The rubies of her rosary . But none might see the worldly smile That lurk'd ...
... smile from ev'n the Saint Banou , As , through the hush'd , admiring throng , She went with stately steps along , And counted o'er , that all might see , The rubies of her rosary . But none might see the worldly smile That lurk'd ...
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... smile to me Brought warmth and radiance , if not balm ; Like moonlight o'er a troubled sea , Brightening the storm ... Smiling from heaven , as if naught ill Could happen in so sweet an hour . Yet , I remember , both grew sad In looking ...
... smile to me Brought warmth and radiance , if not balm ; Like moonlight o'er a troubled sea , Brightening the storm ... Smiling from heaven , as if naught ill Could happen in so sweet an hour . Yet , I remember , both grew sad In looking ...
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... smile we shall never resign , Go , tell our invaders , the Danes , That ' tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy ... SMILE IN THINE EYES . ERIN , the tear and the smile in thine eyes , Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies ...
... smile we shall never resign , Go , tell our invaders , the Danes , That ' tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy ... SMILE IN THINE EYES . ERIN , the tear and the smile in thine eyes , Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: To which is Added an Original Memoir, by ... Thomas Moore Visualização completa - 1878 |
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Anacreon ancient angels Arranmore bard beam beautiful beneath Bishops bless'd bliss blush breath bright brow called Catullus charm Church dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram Erin Eurypyle ev'n eyes fair fame fancy feel fire flame flowers fond glory grace harp hath heard heart heaven holy hope hour Ireland Irish Kilkenny King Lady LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Lyndhurst Love's lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Papists pass'd poem poet rose round Saint Sappho seem'd shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne Tory turn'd Twas twill Twixt verses wave weep Whig wings words young youth
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Página 28 - 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 28 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Página 74 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells...
Página 28 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 91 - Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 36 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 93 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword! — Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed, — His people are free!
Página 43 - 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 36 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho...
Página 28 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, "As not to be tempted by woman or gold ?" " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, " No son of Erin will offer me harm : — "For though they love woman and golden store.