The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Bind 5Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... till an evening or two after , at his own hospitable supper - table , that I saw him in his true sphere of musical enjoyment . No * The late Rev. William Crowe , author of the noble poem of " Lewisden Hill , " was likewise a musician ...
... till an evening or two after , at his own hospitable supper - table , that I saw him in his true sphere of musical enjoyment . No * The late Rev. William Crowe , author of the noble poem of " Lewisden Hill , " was likewise a musician ...
Side ix
... till the first piece should be over ere they in- tended staring again . Just as it terminated , another party quietly glided into a box near that filled by the Duchess . One pleasing female was with the three male comers . In a minute ...
... till the first piece should be over ere they in- tended staring again . Just as it terminated , another party quietly glided into a box near that filled by the Duchess . One pleasing female was with the three male comers . In a minute ...
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... Till tidings of that Bark should come , Or Victory waft their warriors home ! When first they met · the wonted smile Of greeting having gleam'd awhile- " Twould touch ev'n Moslem heart to see The sadness that came suddenly O'er their ...
... Till tidings of that Bark should come , Or Victory waft their warriors home ! When first they met · the wonted smile Of greeting having gleam'd awhile- " Twould touch ev'n Moslem heart to see The sadness that came suddenly O'er their ...
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... of Sappho , beginning гλukeîa μâtep , which represents so truly ( as Warton remarks ) " the languor and listlessness of a person deeply in love . " While some , who ne'er till now had known How 14 EVENINGS IN GREECE .
... of Sappho , beginning гλukeîa μâtep , which represents so truly ( as Warton remarks ) " the languor and listlessness of a person deeply in love . " While some , who ne'er till now had known How 14 EVENINGS IN GREECE .
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Thomas Moore. While some , who ne'er till now had known How much their hearts resembled hers , Felt as they made her griefs their own , That they , too , were Love's worshippers . At length a murmur , all but mute . So faint it was ...
Thomas Moore. While some , who ne'er till now had known How much their hearts resembled hers , Felt as they made her griefs their own , That they , too , were Love's worshippers . At length a murmur , all but mute . So faint it was ...
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art not dead beam beneath blest bliss blushing bower Boyle Farm breath bright bright eye bright land brow BRUNCK Canopus charms Cupids dance dark dear deep dream e'er earth eternal weeping ev'n ev'ry eyes falchion Fancy farewell feel fleet flowers Freedom's gone Greece Grenada Hark hath hear heart heaven Here's high-born Ladye holy Isle hour hurra isle life's light lips little Admiral look love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden MELEAGER moon moonlight ne'er night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd PHILODEMUS rill rose Rose-tree round sail Sappho scene seem'd shine shone sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound Sprite star stood strain sung sunny sweet tears tell thine thou art thou'rt thought Tis the Vine turn'd Twas Twill voice wake weeping wings young youth
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Side 98 - A hunter once in a grove reclined, To shun the noon's bright eye, And oft he wooed the wandering wind To cool his brow with its sigh. While mute lay even the wild bee's hum, Nor breath could stir the aspen's hair, ' His song was still, 'Sweet Air, O come!
Side viii - It would be a delightful addition to life, if TM had a cottage within two miles of one. We went to the theatre together, and the house being luckily a good one, received TM with rapture. I could have hugged them, for it paid back the debt of the kind reception I met with in Ireland.
Side xiv - Then, many a lad I liked is dead, And many a lass grown old ; And as the lesson strikes my head, My weary heart grows cold. But wine, awhile, drives off despair, Nay, bids a hope remain — And that I think sa reason fair To fill my glass again.
Side 251 - SONG OF A HYPERBOREAN. I COME from a land in the sun-bright deep, Where golden gardens grow ; Where the winds of the north, becalm'd in sleep, Their conch-shells never blow.1 Haste to that holy Isle with me.
Side 283 - Mopsa is brown, But her cheek is as smooth as the peach's soft down, And, for blushing, no rose can come near her ; In short, she has woven such nets round my heart, That I ne'er from my dear little Mopsa can part, — Unless I can find one that's dearer. Her voice...
Side 14 - t is in vain — " I cannot weave, as once I wove — " So wilder'd is my heart and brain " With thinking of that youth I love ! " • Again the web she tried to trace, But tears fell o'er each tangled thread ; While, looking in her mother's face, Who watchful o'er her lean'd, she said, "Oh, my sweet Mother — 'tis in vain — " I cannot weave, as once I wove — " So wilder'd is my heart and brain « With thinking of that youth I love...
Side xv - How far my own labours in this field — if indeed, the gathering of such idle flowers may be so designated — have helped to advance, or even kept pace with the progressive improvement I have here described, it is not for me to presume to decide. I only know that in a strong and inborn feeling for music lies the source of whatever talent I may have shown for poetical composition ; and that it was the effort to translate into language the emotions and passions which music appeared to rne to express,...
Side 240 - In summer-time at break of morn, And wake us with their busy hum Around the Siha's fragrant thorn. I have a fawn from Aden's land, On leafy buds and berries nurst ; And you shall feed him from your hand Though he may start with fear at first. And I will lead you where he lies For shelter in the noontide heat ; And you may touch his sleeping eyes, And feel his little silv'rv l>ct.
Side 129 - our joyful cry ; While answering back the sounds we hear, " Ship ahoy ! ship ahoy ! what cheer ? what cheer ? " Then sails are back'd, we nearer come, Kind words are said of friends and home ; And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas asrain.
Side xiii - It was impossible that the example of Burns, in these, his higher inspirations, should not materially contribute to elevate the character of English song-writing, and even to lead to a re-union of the gifts which it requires, if not, as of old, in the same individual, yet in that perfect sympathy between poet and musician which almost amounts to identity, and of which...