The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 sider |
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... Sion - if closely resembling Drink of this cup - you ' ll find there's a spell ib . ib . ib . ib in it . 311 What the bee is to the floweret Down in the valley come meet me to - night . Page Oh , ye dead ! oh , ye dead CONTENTS .
... Sion - if closely resembling Drink of this cup - you ' ll find there's a spell ib . ib . ib . ib in it . 311 What the bee is to the floweret Down in the valley come meet me to - night . Page Oh , ye dead ! oh , ye dead CONTENTS .
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... meet Where is your dwelling , ye sainted ? When twilight dews . How lightly mounts the Muse's wing Will you come to ... meeting of ships MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Hip , hip , hurra ! The Watchman . A Melologue upon National Music Lines on ...
... meet Where is your dwelling , ye sainted ? When twilight dews . How lightly mounts the Muse's wing Will you come to ... meeting of ships MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Hip , hip , hurra ! The Watchman . A Melologue upon National Music Lines on ...
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... meet- ing of the patrons and friends of the Artists ' Benevolent Fund » was held at the Freemasons ' Tavern , the ... meeting that I feel very sensibly and very strongly the high honour which has been conferred on me , nor do I feel it ...
... meet- ing of the patrons and friends of the Artists ' Benevolent Fund » was held at the Freemasons ' Tavern , the ... meeting that I feel very sensibly and very strongly the high honour which has been conferred on me , nor do I feel it ...
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... meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and ...
... meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and ...
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... meet ! — Soon as he heard an arm divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl'd , Those words of sunshine , Freedom to the World ! » At once his faith , his sword , his soul ...
... meet ! — Soon as he heard an arm divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld , emblazed On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl'd , Those words of sunshine , Freedom to the World ! » At once his faith , his sword , his soul ...
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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...