The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh ; Political and satirical poems ; The Fudge family in Paris ; Fables for the Holy Alliance ; Rhymes on the road and miscellaneous poems
Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841
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Página 12 - 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 392 - AY — down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains. On, on like a cloud, thro...
Página 367 - tis not thus the voice that dwells In sober birthdays speaks to me; Far otherwise — of time it tells...
Página 53 - Yet welcome as if loved for years ! Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown 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...
Página 48 - Come hither, come hither — by night and by day, We linger in pleasures that never are gone : Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on...
Página 30 - Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright, She comes out when the sun's away.
Página 81 - Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, " The pride of the palace, the bower and the hall, " The orator, — -dramatist, — minstrel, — who ran " Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all...
Página 232 - Shine, shine for ever, glorious Flame, " Divinest gift of Gods to men ! " From GREECE thy earliest splendour came, " To GREECE thy ray returns again. " Take, Freedom, take thy radiant round, " When dimm'd, revive, when lost, return, " Till not a shrine through earth be found, " On which thy glories shall not burn!