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... poet who has clothed the wild and eccentric airs of his country in words that burn , and sentiments that find an echo in every generous breast . Had Mr Moore done no more than this , he would be en- titled to the gratitude of his ...
... poet who has clothed the wild and eccentric airs of his country in words that burn , and sentiments that find an echo in every generous breast . Had Mr Moore done no more than this , he would be en- titled to the gratitude of his ...
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... poet was born on the 28th of May , 1780. He has two sisters ; and his infantine days seem to have left the most agreeable impres- sions on his memory . In an epistle to his eldest sister , dated November , 1803 , and written from ...
... poet was born on the 28th of May , 1780. He has two sisters ; and his infantine days seem to have left the most agreeable impres- sions on his memory . In an epistle to his eldest sister , dated November , 1803 , and written from ...
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... poet visited the French capital , where he collected the materials for that humorous produc- tion , The Fudge Family in Paris . » In the following year , he went to Ireland , on which occasion a dinner was given to him , on the 8th of ...
... poet visited the French capital , where he collected the materials for that humorous produc- tion , The Fudge Family in Paris . » In the following year , he went to Ireland , on which occasion a dinner was given to him , on the 8th of ...
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... poets ' Election in Olympus , at which there were several candidates , such as Byron , Scott , Southey , etc .; but which ended in a due return of Moore , who had a great majority of votes . This jeu d'esprit produced much merriment ...
... poets ' Election in Olympus , at which there were several candidates , such as Byron , Scott , Southey , etc .; but which ended in a due return of Moore , who had a great majority of votes . This jeu d'esprit produced much merriment ...
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... poet , even in his puerilities , whose capacious mind , like the great pool of Norway , draws into its vortex not ... poets of our own land ; -the dramatic powers of a Maturin and a Sheil , the former consecrated by the applause of a ...
... poet , even in his puerilities , whose capacious mind , like the great pool of Norway , draws into its vortex not ... poets of our own land ; -the dramatic powers of a Maturin and a Sheil , the former consecrated by the applause of a ...
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Side 299 - 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 66 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
Side 65 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER...
Side 154 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Side xxxix - Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis...
Side 133 - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
Side 147 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...
Side 157 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
Side 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Side 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river. The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, "live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear!