The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 sider |
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... breath ib . ture's Kiss ib . I know thou lovest a brimming measure ib . To a Lady , on her Singing 249 I fear that ... breathe not his name , let it sleep in the 285 Song . - Jessy on a bank was sleeping ib . shade ib . Page Page When he ...
... breath ib . ture's Kiss ib . I know thou lovest a brimming measure ib . To a Lady , on her Singing 249 I fear that ... breathe not his name , let it sleep in the 285 Song . - Jessy on a bank was sleeping ib . shade ib . Page Page When he ...
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... breath of calumny had tainted , ever his individual interest was concerned or con- and they properly condemned uncharitable consulted . Lord Byron bequeathed his Memoirs to jecture on a subject of which the most that could the world ...
... breath of calumny had tainted , ever his individual interest was concerned or con- and they properly condemned uncharitable consulted . Lord Byron bequeathed his Memoirs to jecture on a subject of which the most that could the world ...
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... breath Seem'd to circle his name with a charm against death , He should feel a proud spirit within him proclaim ... breath of song , That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on , Though the flowers have sunk ...
... breath Seem'd to circle his name with a charm against death , He should feel a proud spirit within him proclaim ... breath of song , That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on , Though the flowers have sunk ...
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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 ... breath Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze That whole dark pile of human mockeries ; - Then shall the ...
... breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate ... breath Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze That whole dark pile of human mockeries ; - Then shall the ...
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... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed , —a restless zeal took place Of the ... breathing bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; through all its steams Of damp and death , led only by those gleams Which ...
... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed , —a restless zeal took place Of the ... breathing bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; through all its steams Of damp and death , led only by those gleams Which ...
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Anacreon ancient angels Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm creon dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace hath heart Heaven holy hope hour Irish King kiss Lady Morgan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night Note nymph o'er Persian Philostratus Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne translation trembling turn'd twine vellum warm weep Whigs wild wing words young youth δε και
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Side 320 - 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 dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Side 301 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Side 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head...
Side 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Side 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Side 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Side 301 - Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear...
Side 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...