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... but it is only when you stand actually before it , see it covered with clematis , its two porches hung with roses , and the lawn and garden which surround it kept in the most exquisite order , and xxii LIFE OF THOMAS MOORE .
... but it is only when you stand actually before it , see it covered with clematis , its two porches hung with roses , and the lawn and garden which surround it kept in the most exquisite order , and xxii LIFE OF THOMAS MOORE .
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... hung it o'er my thoughtless brow , And ah ! I feel its magic now ! I feel that e'en his garland's touch Can make the bosom love too much ! ODE II . GIVE me the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the ...
... hung it o'er my thoughtless brow , And ah ! I feel its magic now ! I feel that e'en his garland's touch Can make the bosom love too much ! ODE II . GIVE me the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the ...
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... hung in joy . Give him the winged Hermes ' hand , With which he waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which ...
... hung in joy . Give him the winged Hermes ' hand , With which he waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which ...
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... hung on many a woman's smile , I soon dissolved the passing vow , And ne'er was caught by love till now ! ODE XXXI . ARM'D with hyacinthine rod , ( Arms enough for such a god , ) Cupid bade me wing my pace , And try with him the rapid ...
... hung on many a woman's smile , I soon dissolved the passing vow , And ne'er was caught by love till now ! ODE XXXI . ARM'D with hyacinthine rod , ( Arms enough for such a god , ) Cupid bade me wing my pace , And try with him the rapid ...
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... mellow sage , Smiling through the veil of age ! And whene'er this man of years In the dance of joy appears , Age is on his temples hung , But his heart - his heart is young ! ODE XL . I KNOW that Heaven ordains me here ODES OF ANACREON .
... mellow sage , Smiling through the veil of age ! And whene'er this man of years In the dance of joy appears , Age is on his temples hung , But his heart - his heart is young ! ODE XL . I KNOW that Heaven ordains me here ODES OF ANACREON .
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Anacreon Bacchus beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath breeze bright Bromham brow burning Catullus charm cheek dark dear death Devizes divine dream e'en e'er earth eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers friends glance gloom glory glow grace harp hath heart heaven heavenly hope hour hung kiss Lalla Rookh light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord John Russell Lord Lansdowne Lord Moira lover lyre maid mingle Moore morning ne'er never night nymph o'er poet rapture rose rosy round rove seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep slumber smile soft song soul sparkling spirit steal sweet sweetest sweetly tear tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought trembling Twas twine vermil wander wanton warm wave weep wild wind wine wing young youth
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Página 238 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Página 264 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 206 - 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 190 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 271 - 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 hath triumphed, — his people are free ! FIFE AND DRUM.
Página 346 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Página 267 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* 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 271 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 241 - 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 360 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But '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.