The Poetical Works of Thomas MoorePhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 420 sider |
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... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , ' And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimicry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , ' And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimicry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
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... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarfs , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarfs , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs , came fill'd with pestilence ; So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assured that , once plunged in , Her woman's soul ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs , came fill'd with pestilence ; So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assured that , once plunged in , Her woman's soul ...
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Thomas Moore. Their distant laughter comes upon the wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow ...
Thomas Moore. Their distant laughter comes upon the wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow ...
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... wind The neigh of cavalry ; - the tinkling throngs - - Of laden camels and their drivers ' songs ; Ringing of arms , and flapping in the breeze Of streamers from ten thousand canopies ; War - music , bursting out from time to time ...
... wind The neigh of cavalry ; - the tinkling throngs - - Of laden camels and their drivers ' songs ; Ringing of arms , and flapping in the breeze Of streamers from ten thousand canopies ; War - music , bursting out from time to time ...
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ANACREON Azim Bacchus Bathyllus beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss blood bloom blushing bow'rs bower breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek cold dark dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth Erin ev'n ev'ry eyes fade Fadladeen fair falchion farewell Feramorz fire flame flowers gleam glory glowing gondolier gone green arbor Hafed Haram hath heart Heav'n hope hour Iran Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Love's lute maid minarets moonlight morning mountains ne'er never night nymphs o'er once pass'd Peri pure roses rosy round satrap seem'd shade shed shine Ship ahoy shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit Sprite star sunny sweet sword tears thee There's thine thou thought throne Tow'rds trembling turn'd veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth Zelica
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Side 97 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Side 333 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh ! no : it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Side 107 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light,— And yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span Th
Side 326 - 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Side 303 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Side 309 - Oh ! where's the slave, so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, * Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly ? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, • Would wait till time decay'd it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell, Erin ! farewell all, Who live to weep our fall...
Side 103 - She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran ; For there's a magic in each tear, Such kindly Spirits weep for man ! Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy...
Side 111 - And how felt he, the wretched Man reclining there — while memory ran o'er many a year of guilt and strife, flew o'er the dark flood of his life, nor found one sunny resting-place, nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Side 351 - And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 406 - Jehovah has triumph' d — his people are free! Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen; all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd — his people are free!