The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreOxford University Press, 1915 - 751 sider |
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... o'er my thoughtless brow And ah ! I feel its magic now : I feel that even his garland's touch Can make the bosom love too much . ODE II GIVE me the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the sanguine ...
... o'er my thoughtless brow And ah ! I feel its magic now : I feel that even his garland's touch Can make the bosom love too much . ODE II GIVE me the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the sanguine ...
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... o'er and o'er ! ' 1 ODE XXXVIII LET us drain the nectar'd bowl , Let us raise the song of soul To him , the god who loves so well The nectar'd bowl , the choral swell ; The god who taught the sons of earth To thrid the tangled dance of ...
... o'er and o'er ! ' 1 ODE XXXVIII LET us drain the nectar'd bowl , Let us raise the song of soul To him , the god who loves so well The nectar'd bowl , the choral swell ; The god who taught the sons of earth To thrid the tangled dance of ...
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... o'er the pedant fool , Like vapour on a stagnant pool . Oh ! if the song , to feeling true , Can please th ' elect , the sacred few , Whose souls , by Taste and Nature taught , Thrill with the genuine pulse of thought- If some fond ...
... o'er the pedant fool , Like vapour on a stagnant pool . Oh ! if the song , to feeling true , Can please th ' elect , the sacred few , Whose souls , by Taste and Nature taught , Thrill with the genuine pulse of thought- If some fond ...
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... o'er and o'er , ' Tis hollow , vain , and heartless all ! ' Thus I said and , sighing , drain'd The cup which she so late had tasted ; Upon whose rim still fresh remain'd The breath , so oft in falsehood wasted . I took the harp , and ...
... o'er and o'er , ' Tis hollow , vain , and heartless all ! ' Thus I said and , sighing , drain'd The cup which she so late had tasted ; Upon whose rim still fresh remain'd The breath , so oft in falsehood wasted . I took the harp , and ...
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... o'er and o'er , And let the sound my lips adore , Live in the breeze , till every tone , And word , and breath , speaks her alone . Give me the wreath that withers there , It was but last delicious night , It circled her luxuriant hair ...
... o'er and o'er , And let the sound my lips adore , Live in the breeze , till every tone , And word , and breath , speaks her alone . Give me the wreath that withers there , It was but last delicious night , It circled her luxuriant hair ...
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