The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Bind 7D. Appleton, 1853 |
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... Thou loveliest , dearest of them all , The one , whose smile shone out alone , Amidst a world the only one ; Whose ... Thou wert not there . SO SELIM thought , - And every thing seem'd drear without thee ; But , ah ! thou wert , thou ...
... Thou loveliest , dearest of them all , The one , whose smile shone out alone , Amidst a world the only one ; Whose ... Thou wert not there . SO SELIM thought , - And every thing seem'd drear without thee ; But , ah ! thou wert , thou ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Side 54
... , " Oh NOURMAHAL ! oh NoURMAHAL ! " Hadst thou but sung this witching strain , " I could forget - forgive thee all , " And never leave those eyes again . " The mask is off - the charm is wrought- And 54 LALLA ROOKH .
... , " Oh NOURMAHAL ! oh NoURMAHAL ! " Hadst thou but sung this witching strain , " I could forget - forgive thee all , " And never leave those eyes again . " The mask is off - the charm is wrought- And 54 LALLA ROOKH .
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... Thou , too , whose life , a sick epicure's dream , Incoherent and gross , even grosser had pass'd , Were it not for that cordial and soul - giving beam , Which his friendship and wit o'er thy nothingness cast : No , not for the wealth ...
... Thou , too , whose life , a sick epicure's dream , Incoherent and gross , even grosser had pass'd , Were it not for that cordial and soul - giving beam , Which his friendship and wit o'er thy nothingness cast : No , not for the wealth ...
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... Thou guest of Kings , and King of Tories ! Reflecting how thy fame has grown And spread , beyond man's usual share , At home , abroad , till thou art known , Like Major SEMPLE , every where ! And marv❜lling with what pow'rs of breath ...
... Thou guest of Kings , and King of Tories ! Reflecting how thy fame has grown And spread , beyond man's usual share , At home , abroad , till thou art known , Like Major SEMPLE , every where ! And marv❜lling with what pow'rs of breath ...
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Side 22 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 51 - 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 ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Side 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...
Side 54 - tis by the lapwing found. * But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place ; — Then, fare thee well— I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine...
Side 81 - Was this then the fate," — future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's curse ; When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of a day Be forgotten as fools, or remember'd as worse ; — " 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; — " Whose mind was an essence, compounded...
Side 82 - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade...
Side 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.
Side 13 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet...
Side 49 - 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 49 - And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,; Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Oh ! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss; And own if there be an Elysinm on earth, It is this, it is this.