The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 páginas |
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... thine eyes Oh ! breathe not his name , let it sleep in the shade ... • 285 ib . Elegiac Stanzas ib . When he who adores thee has left but the To Rosa ib . naine ib . Love in a Storm 248 The harp that once through Tara's halls ib . Song ...
... thine eyes Oh ! breathe not his name , let it sleep in the shade ... • 285 ib . Elegiac Stanzas ib . When he who adores thee has left but the To Rosa ib . naine ib . Love in a Storm 248 The harp that once through Tara's halls ib . Song ...
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... thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! as the When Lord Byron had published his celebrated satire of « English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , » in which our poet , in common with most of his distinguished contemporaries was ...
... thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! as the When Lord Byron had published his celebrated satire of « English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , » in which our poet , in common with most of his distinguished contemporaries was ...
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... thine own dear land , Should haply be stealing o'er thee ; Oh let grief come first , O'er pride itself victorious , To think how man hath curst , What Heaven hath made so glorious . the sweets of Asia been poured forth - nor her ...
... thine own dear land , Should haply be stealing o'er thee ; Oh let grief come first , O'er pride itself victorious , To think how man hath curst , What Heaven hath made so glorious . the sweets of Asia been poured forth - nor her ...
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... thine , ' t was sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
... thine , ' t was sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
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... thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not Reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter s art , And kept alive , in ...
... thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not Reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter s art , And kept alive , in ...
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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...