The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Bind 3G. Smith, 1825 - 6 sider |
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Side 29
... Warm noon of love ! But evening came o'ershading The glories of the sky , Like faith and fondness fading From passion's alter'd eye ! Thus love declines ! Cold eve of love ! LOVE AND THE SUNDIAL . YOUNG LOve found a Dial MELODIES . 29.
... Warm noon of love ! But evening came o'ershading The glories of the sky , Like faith and fondness fading From passion's alter'd eye ! Thus love declines ! Cold eve of love ! LOVE AND THE SUNDIAL . YOUNG LOve found a Dial MELODIES . 29.
Side 30
... warm Sun , So noonday , and midnight to me Love , are one . " Then Love took the Dial away from the shade , And plac'd her where heaven's beam warmly play'd . There she reclin'd beneath Love's gazing eye , While all mark'd with Sunshine ...
... warm Sun , So noonday , and midnight to me Love , are one . " Then Love took the Dial away from the shade , And plac'd her where heaven's beam warmly play'd . There she reclin'd beneath Love's gazing eye , While all mark'd with Sunshine ...
Side 33
... warm noon of thine eye . And instead of the dew that it bears , The dew dropping fresh from the tree , On its leaves let me number the tears That affection has stole from thee ! COULD'ST THOU LOOK AS DEAR . COULD'ST thou look as ...
... warm noon of thine eye . And instead of the dew that it bears , The dew dropping fresh from the tree , On its leaves let me number the tears That affection has stole from thee ! COULD'ST THOU LOOK AS DEAR . COULD'ST thou look as ...
Side 34
... warm , so wild , to last . Not e'en hope could now deceive me , Life itself looks dark and cold ; Oh ! thou never more canst give me One dear smile like those of old ! THE YOUNG ROSE . THE young Rose which I gave thee , so dewy and ...
... warm , so wild , to last . Not e'en hope could now deceive me , Life itself looks dark and cold ; Oh ! thou never more canst give me One dear smile like those of old ! THE YOUNG ROSE . THE young Rose which I gave thee , so dewy and ...
Side 38
... warm'd away , And , melting , turns to tears . Then still with bright looks bless The gay , the cold , the free ; Give smiles to those who love you less , But keep your tears for me . FANNY WAS IN THE GROVE . FANNY was in the grove ...
... warm'd away , And , melting , turns to tears . Then still with bright looks bless The gay , the cold , the free ; Give smiles to those who love you less , But keep your tears for me . FANNY WAS IN THE GROVE . FANNY was in the grove ...
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battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower bowl breath breath'd bright brow calm chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ry eyes fade fair fame Farewell feel flame flowers Glendalough glory glowing harp hath heart heaven Hero's heart hope hour Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kilkenny kiss leaves Lesbia light lips live look'd looks lov'd Love's lover lute maid Merrily oh moonlight morning ne'er never night o'er once Planxty Red Branch remember roses round scribble-hy shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Voice wander warm wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Side 100 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Side 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Side 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Side 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Side 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Side 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Side 83 - 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...
Side 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Side 102 - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
Side 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.