The Works of Thomas Moore: Epistles, odes, and other poems1823 |
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... truth from the hands of the philosophers . This is a strange way of defending the fathers , and attributes much more than they deserve to the philosophers . For an abstract of this work of Baltus ( the opposer of Fontenelle , Van Dale ...
... truth from the hands of the philosophers . This is a strange way of defending the fathers , and attributes much more than they deserve to the philosophers . For an abstract of this work of Baltus ( the opposer of Fontenelle , Van Dale ...
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... truth " To full maturity of nerve and mind , " Shall crush the giants that bestride mankind ! * " Here shall Religion's pure and balmy draught , " In form no more from cups of state bequaff'd , " But flow for all , through nation , rank ...
... truth " To full maturity of nerve and mind , " Shall crush the giants that bestride mankind ! * " Here shall Religion's pure and balmy draught , " In form no more from cups of state bequaff'd , " But flow for all , through nation , rank ...
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... truth that dim uncertain gleam , Which bids us give such dear delusion scope , As kills not reason , while it nurses hope ? No , no , believe me , ' tis not so - even now , While yet upon Columbia's rising brow The showy smile of young ...
... truth that dim uncertain gleam , Which bids us give such dear delusion scope , As kills not reason , while it nurses hope ? No , no , believe me , ' tis not so - even now , While yet upon Columbia's rising brow The showy smile of young ...
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... grasping hand And greedy spirit through this bartering land ; Turn'd life to traffic , set the demon gold So loose abroad , that Virtue's self is sold , And conscience , truth , and honesty , are made 152 EPISTLES , Odes ,
... grasping hand And greedy spirit through this bartering land ; Turn'd life to traffic , set the demon gold So loose abroad , that Virtue's self is sold , And conscience , truth , and honesty , are made 152 EPISTLES , Odes ,
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Thomas Moore. And conscience , truth , and honesty , are made To rise and fall , like other wares of trade ! * Already in this free , this virtuous state , Which , Frenchmen tell us , was ordain'd by Fate , To show the world what high ...
Thomas Moore. And conscience , truth , and honesty , are made To rise and fall , like other wares of trade ! * Already in this free , this virtuous state , Which , Frenchmen tell us , was ordain'd by Fate , To show the world what high ...
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Página 266 - 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.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Página 47 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before ! And when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay, where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear, and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she-wolf...
Página 187 - Oh Nature ! though blessed and bright are thy rays, O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own ! Nor long did the soul of the stranger remain...
Página 183 - How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee, Far less than all thou hast forborne to be!
Página 138 - And ev'n that cheek of roseate hue, — To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, However much I've rav'd about it ; And sweetly as that lip can kiss, I think I could exist without it.
Página 272 - I dreamt not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Página 266 - ... upon one of those beautiful lakes, into which the St. Lawrence so grandly and unexpectedly opens, I have heard this simple air with a pleasure which the finest compositions of the first masters have never given me ; and now there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Lawrence, the flight of our boat down the Rapids, and all those new and fanciful impressions to which my heart was alive during the whole of this very interesting voyage.
Página 246 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Página 152 - Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, While nobler passions wage their heated strife, Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, And dies, collecting lumber in the rear...
Página 267 - The rapids arc near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas