The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Del 10Crosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 776 sider |
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... turn'd and sung my vespers there . This , from a youthful pilgrim's fire , Is what your pretty saints require : To pass , nor tell a single bead , With them would be profane indeed ! But , trust me , all this young devotion Was but to ...
... turn'd and sung my vespers there . This , from a youthful pilgrim's fire , Is what your pretty saints require : To pass , nor tell a single bead , With them would be profane indeed ! But , trust me , all this young devotion Was but to ...
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... light shine through . Of these I sung , and notes and woru Were sweet , as if the very air From Lamia's lip hung o'er the chords , And Lamia's voice still warbled there ! But when , alas , I turn'd the theme , JUVENILE POEMS . 30.
... light shine through . Of these I sung , and notes and woru Were sweet , as if the very air From Lamia's lip hung o'er the chords , And Lamia's voice still warbled there ! But when , alas , I turn'd the theme , JUVENILE POEMS . 30.
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Thomas Moore. But when , alas , I turn'd the theme , And when of vows and oaths I spoke , Of truth and hope's seducing dream The chord beneath my finger broke . False harp ! false woman ! — such , O , such Are lutes too frail and hearts ...
Thomas Moore. But when , alas , I turn'd the theme , And when of vows and oaths I spoke , Of truth and hope's seducing dream The chord beneath my finger broke . False harp ! false woman ! — such , O , such Are lutes too frail and hearts ...
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... turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before . Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas , as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd ...
... turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before . Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas , as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd ...
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... turn'd an upward glance , I saw a doubt its twilight spread Across her brow's divine expanse . Just then , the garland's brightest rose Gave one of its love - breathing sighs - O , who can ask how Fanny chose , That ever look'd in ...
... turn'd an upward glance , I saw a doubt its twilight spread Across her brow's divine expanse . Just then , the garland's brightest rose Gave one of its love - breathing sighs - O , who can ask how Fanny chose , That ever look'd in ...
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