The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Bind 6Little, Brown, 1856 |
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... breathing music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love . His dress was simple , yet not without some marks of costliness ; and the Ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that the cloth ...
... breathing music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love . His dress was simple , yet not without some marks of costliness ; and the Ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that the cloth ...
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... breath " Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze " That whole dark pile of human mockeries ; - " Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth , " And starting fresh as from a second birth , " Man , in the sunshine of the ...
... breath " Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze " That whole dark pile of human mockeries ; - " Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth , " And starting fresh as from a second birth , " Man , in the sunshine of the ...
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... breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . - Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' t was sacred ...
... breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . - Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' t was sacred ...
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... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! But lost , inflam'd , - a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first - In zeal and charms , too well ...
... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! But lost , inflam'd , - a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first - In zeal and charms , too well ...
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... breath'd and mov'd ; - - When bright , she thought , as if from Eden's track But half - way trodden , he had wander'd back Again to earth , glistening with Eden's light- Her beauteous VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
... breath'd and mov'd ; - - When bright , she thought , as if from Eden's track But half - way trodden , he had wander'd back Again to earth , glistening with Eden's light- Her beauteous VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
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ALPHEUS FELCH angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss bower breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi divine dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fall FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers fond GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna IRAN's Khorassan Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lost lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha ne'er never night NOURMAHAL o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess proud pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword Tahmuras thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice wave wild wings wonder wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 226 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Side 162 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! | " Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The gates are pass'd, and heaven is won...
Side 216 - His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh Are fading off...
Side 155 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 77 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream. And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 283 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said ; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 159 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite^ Encounter morning's glorious rays, But hark ! the vesper call to...
Side 200 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Side 274 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 150 - 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...