The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 sider |
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... Friends 168 Epistle VIII . To the Honourable 124 W. R. Spencer • . 168 ' If I were yonder wave , my dear 125 A Warning 171 The Snow Spirit · 172 ' I stole along the flowery bank ' 126 From the High Priest of Apollo to a I found her not ...
... Friends 168 Epistle VIII . To the Honourable 124 W. R. Spencer • . 168 ' If I were yonder wave , my dear 125 A Warning 171 The Snow Spirit · 172 ' I stole along the flowery bank ' 126 From the High Priest of Apollo to a I found her not ...
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... friend in Lord Moira , who obtained permission from the Prince Regent for Moore to dedicate his Odes to His Royal Highness ... friends , and the circumstance is only memorable as originating the friendship between Byron and Moore - Byron ...
... friend in Lord Moira , who obtained permission from the Prince Regent for Moore to dedicate his Odes to His Royal Highness ... friends , and the circumstance is only memorable as originating the friendship between Byron and Moore - Byron ...
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... friends , the gatherin gloom The friendship which my heart pursues ? With roseate rays of wine illume : Sapphe , of which time and ignorant superstition who has thus compiled the 57th of his edition , is not one of the least that we ...
... friends , the gatherin gloom The friendship which my heart pursues ? With roseate rays of wine illume : Sapphe , of which time and ignorant superstition who has thus compiled the 57th of his edition , is not one of the least that we ...
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... friends . He thought , with some justice , that what are called Occasional Poems must be always insipid and ... friendship . Mr. Little died in his one - and - twentieth year ; and most of these Poems were written at so early a period ...
... friends . He thought , with some justice , that what are called Occasional Poems must be always insipid and ... friendship . Mr. Little died in his one - and - twentieth year ; and most of these Poems were written at so early a period ...
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... friends . T. M. duction of painful labour , pausing on every word , and balancing every sentence . ' It is a curious illustration of the labour which simplicity requires , that the Ramblers of Johnson , elaborate as they appear , were ...
... friends . T. M. duction of painful labour , pausing on every word , and balancing every sentence . ' It is a curious illustration of the labour which simplicity requires , that the Ramblers of Johnson , elaborate as they appear , were ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Explanatory Notes, Etc. ... Thomas Moore Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1908 |
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Anacreon angels Bacchus bard beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath bright bright eyes brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram eyes fair fancy farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poet pure Quadrille rill rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sung sunny sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas twill Twixt wandering warm wave weep Whigs wild wings young youth
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Side 382 - 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 425 - 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 dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Side 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Side 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Side 201 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Side 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.