The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 sider |
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... Hour of Night 223 thine Eyes 196 One Bumper at Parting . 223 Oh ! Breathe not his Name 196 " Tis the last Rose of Summer 224 When he who adores thee 197 The Young May Moon . 224 The Harp that once through Tara's Halls The Minstrel - boy ...
... Hour of Night 223 thine Eyes 196 One Bumper at Parting . 223 Oh ! Breathe not his Name 196 " Tis the last Rose of Summer 224 When he who adores thee 197 The Young May Moon . 224 The Harp that once through Tara's Halls The Minstrel - boy ...
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... hour to live , That little hour to bliss I'd give ! ODE VII.2 THE Women tell me every day That all my bloom has passed away . " Behold , ' the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; 1 This idea is prettily imitated in ...
... hour to live , That little hour to bliss I'd give ! ODE VII.2 THE Women tell me every day That all my bloom has passed away . " Behold , ' the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; 1 This idea is prettily imitated in ...
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... hour , when Nature seems interred , Not warbling birds nor lowing flocks are heard ; I , I alone , a fugitive from rest , Passion my guide , and madness in my breast , Wander the world around , unknowing where , The slave of love , the ...
... hour , when Nature seems interred , Not warbling birds nor lowing flocks are heard ; I , I alone , a fugitive from rest , Passion my guide , and madness in my breast , Wander the world around , unknowing where , The slave of love , the ...
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... hours ; Bacchus shall bid my winter bloom , And Venus dance me to the tomb ! 1 ODE XLI . WHEN Spring begems the dewy ... hour . On the barbiton a host of authorities may be collected , which , after all , leave us ignorant of the nature ...
... hours ; Bacchus shall bid my winter bloom , And Venus dance me to the tomb ! 1 ODE XLI . WHEN Spring begems the dewy ... hour . On the barbiton a host of authorities may be collected , which , after all , leave us ignorant of the nature ...
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... hour is glory's hour , To him who gathers wisdom's flower ! Then wake thee from thy magic slum- bers , Breathe to the soft and Phrygian num- bers , Which , as my trembling lips repeat , Thy chords shall echo back as sweet . The cygnet ...
... hour is glory's hour , To him who gathers wisdom's flower ! Then wake thee from thy magic slum- bers , Breathe to the soft and Phrygian num- bers , Which , as my trembling lips repeat , Thy chords shall echo back as sweet . The cygnet ...
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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 Aulus Gellius Bacchus beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bower breath bright brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth epigram Eurypyle eyes fair fancy Farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece harp hath heart heaven hope hour kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre Madame Dacier maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poem poet rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas Twill twine wandering warm wave weep 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.