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... gold possessed a power " 440 XXXVII . “ ' Twas night , and many a circling bowl " 440 XXXVIII . " Let us drain the nectared bowl " 441 XXXIX . " How I love the festive boy " • 442 XL . " I know that Heaven ordains me here 442 ODES OF ...
... gold possessed a power " 440 XXXVII . “ ' Twas night , and many a circling bowl " 440 XXXVIII . " Let us drain the nectared bowl " 441 XXXIX . " How I love the festive boy " • 442 XL . " I know that Heaven ordains me here 442 ODES OF ...
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... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion " LIX . " Sabled by the solar beam " LX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell ” LXI . " Golden hues of youth are fled " PAGE " 2 442 • 442 443 444 444 444 445 445 446 446 447 447 448 448 449 450 450 451 ...
... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion " LIX . " Sabled by the solar beam " LX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell ” LXI . " Golden hues of youth are fled " PAGE " 2 442 • 442 443 444 444 444 445 445 446 446 447 447 448 448 449 450 450 451 ...
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... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - applest on the tops of the palankeens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - applest on the tops of the palankeens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
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... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtained galleries rise , Where through the silken network , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below.- What impious tongue , ye ...
... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtained galleries rise , Where through the silken network , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below.- What impious tongue , ye ...
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... gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each Land its flower hath given , To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this armed array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With ...
... gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each Land its flower hath given , To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this armed array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Ed. with a Memoir by W.M. Rossetti Thomas Moore Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 328 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still...
Side 372 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Side 345 - 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 56 - 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 299 - 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.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Side 57 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Side 27 - 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 373 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Side 583 - With Red Border Lines. 31. The Christian Life. Bible Helps and Counsels for Every Day throughout the Year. With Red Border Lines. 32. The Perfect Life. By WILLIAM E. CHANNING. 33. Sacred Heroes and Martyrs. By JT HEADLEY. Revised and Edited by JW KIRTON, LL.D., Author of
Side 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.