The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 1G. Smith, 1825 - 6 páginas |
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... hand , and Mr. Moore , sen . a venerable old gentleman , the father of our Irish bard , was on his left . as the cloth was removed , Non nobis Domine was sung by Messrs . Smith , Heymon , & c .; numerous loyal and patriotic toasts ...
... hand , and Mr. Moore , sen . a venerable old gentleman , the father of our Irish bard , was on his left . as the cloth was removed , Non nobis Domine was sung by Messrs . Smith , Heymon , & c .; numerous loyal and patriotic toasts ...
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... hand , with all the cordiality of a long and well cemented fellowship . I could not say more if I were to speak for ages . With a heart full as this glass , I thank you for your kindness to me , and have the sincere gratifica- tion of ...
... hand , with all the cordiality of a long and well cemented fellowship . I could not say more if I were to speak for ages . With a heart full as this glass , I thank you for your kindness to me , and have the sincere gratifica- tion of ...
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... hand a kitar ; --- such as , in old times , the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra --- and having pre- mised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on ...
... hand a kitar ; --- such as , in old times , the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra --- and having pre- mised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on ...
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... his God ! * Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the sun . Sir W. Jones . One of the Royal cities of Khorassan , Moses . On either side , with ready hearts and hands , THE VEILED PROPHET OF ...
... his God ! * Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the sun . Sir W. Jones . One of the Royal cities of Khorassan , Moses . On either side , with ready hearts and hands , THE VEILED PROPHET OF ...
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Thomas Moore. On either side , with ready hearts and hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's ...
Thomas Moore. On either side , with ready hearts and hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's ...
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Página 232 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Página 240 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Página 240 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Página 156 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Página 117 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all...
Página 116 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all...
Página 64 - 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 ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Página 121 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
Página 121 - Oh, if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!'
Página 189 - Whose liquid flame is born of them ! When, 'stead of one unchanging breeze, There blow a thousand gentle airs, And each a different perfume bears, As if the loveliest plants and trees Had vassal breezes of their own To watch and wait on them alone, And waft no other breath than theirs : When the blue waters rise and fall, In sleepy sunshine mantling all ; And even that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers' hearts when newly blest, Too newly to be quite at rest.