The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeHouston & Wright, 1866 - 490 sider |
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... wave , my dear , " 249 250 251 253 253 VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . " Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) 29 PAGE ...
... wave , my dear , " 249 250 251 253 253 VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . " Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) 29 PAGE ...
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... with thee , ' 297 " Now let the warrior wave his sword , " 66 297 Light sounds the harp when the combat is over , " 298 The song of war shall echo through , " MELOLOGUE upon National Music - Advertisement . " There breathes xvi CONTENTS .
... with thee , ' 297 " Now let the warrior wave his sword , " 66 297 Light sounds the harp when the combat is over , " 298 The song of war shall echo through , " MELOLOGUE upon National Music - Advertisement . " There breathes xvi CONTENTS .
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... colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas , in their garments , turbans , and standards . Pichula , used anciently for arrows by the Persians . And , as they wave aloft in morning's beam The The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan,
... colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas , in their garments , turbans , and standards . Pichula , used anciently for arrows by the Persians . And , as they wave aloft in morning's beam The The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan,
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Thomas Moore. And , as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars ...
Thomas Moore. And , as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars ...
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... wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , That claim a holier mood and calmer time Than earth allows us now ; -this sword must first The darkling prison - house ...
... wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , That claim a holier mood and calmer time Than earth allows us now ; -this sword must first The darkling prison - house ...
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Anacreon angel beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss blood bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Cashmere charm cheek cup of Jamshid dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth enchanted wreath ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy feel Feramorz fire flame flowers Ghebers glory glow gold Hafed Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna Iran Iran's lake Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night Nourmahal nymph o'er pass'd Peri Persian poet Polianthes tuberosa pure roses round seem'd shade shed shining sigh skies sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing wretch young youth
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Side 403 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Side 434 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 49 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all!
Side 402 - 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. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ; Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Side 383 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Side 23 - 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.
Side 139 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Side 386 - 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.
Side 382 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Side 409 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...