The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 páginas |
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... Fall of Hebe Το To " 1801 Anacreontic . Song The Lake of the Dismal Swamp To Mrs , on some calumnies against her character . EPISTLE III . To the Marchioness Dowager Hymn of a Virgin of Delphi , at the tomb of of D. her mother . The ...
... Fall of Hebe Το To " 1801 Anacreontic . Song The Lake of the Dismal Swamp To Mrs , on some calumnies against her character . EPISTLE III . To the Marchioness Dowager Hymn of a Virgin of Delphi , at the tomb of of D. her mother . The ...
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... fall the swift sword of Down in the valley come meet me to - night Erin ib . Oh , ye What the bee is to the floweret 299 Here we dwell , in holiest bowers ib . This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ib . No. V. Advertisement ...
... fall the swift sword of Down in the valley come meet me to - night Erin ib . Oh , ye What the bee is to the floweret 299 Here we dwell , in holiest bowers ib . This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ib . No. V. Advertisement ...
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... fall to fall In many a maze descending , bright through all , Finds some fair region where , each labyrinth pass'd , In one full lake of light it rests at last ! ) That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free From lapse or shadow , centres ...
... fall to fall In many a maze descending , bright through all , Finds some fair region where , each labyrinth pass'd , In one full lake of light it rests at last ! ) That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free From lapse or shadow , centres ...
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... fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now cross'd By glimpses of the heaven her heart had lost ; In every glance there broke , without control , The flashes of a bright but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd ...
... fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now cross'd By glimpses of the heaven her heart had lost ; In every glance there broke , without control , The flashes of a bright but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd ...
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... Fall of Man , he spoke : - « Yes , ye vile race , for hell's amusement given , Too mean for earth , yet claiming kin with heaven ; God's images , forsooth ! -such gods as he Whom India serves , the monkey deity ; -4 Ye creatures of a ...
... Fall of Man , he spoke : - « Yes , ye vile race , for hell's amusement given , Too mean for earth , yet claiming kin with heaven ; God's images , forsooth ! -such gods as he Whom India serves , the monkey deity ; -4 Ye creatures of a ...
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AIR-The Anacreon angels bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero cold creon dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round Sappho seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit Sprite star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought turn'd warm wave weep wild wings words young youth και
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Página 328 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
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 lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Página 318 - Those joyous hours are passed 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 ! Moore.
Página 303 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. "Was not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty's all our own.
Página 328 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Página 302 - FAREWELL !— but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
Página 12 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 58 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Página 327 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine.
Página 294 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...