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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 planned 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 planned to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
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... wind , at his command , took up the carpet , and transported it , with all that were upon it , wherever he pleased ; the army of birds at the same time flying over their heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun ...
... wind , at his command , took up the carpet , and transported it , with all that were upon it , wherever he pleased ; the army of birds at the same time flying over their heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun ...
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... wind In the open banners played , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
... wind In the open banners played , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came filled with pestilence ; So boldly uttered too ! as if all dread Of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . Are all my ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came filled with pestilence ; So boldly uttered too ! as if all dread Of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . Are all my ...
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... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , — Beckoning 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 , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , — Beckoning 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 , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
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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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Acbar Arab beam beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere chain charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth enchanted Wreath Erin eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy feel Feramorz Ferdosi fire flame flowers Gazna gems Genii glance glory glow gold Haram harp hast hath heart Heaven hope hour hung Ireland Irish isle kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look Lord lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pure rose round shade shed shine sigh skies slave sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Tibet trembling Twas twill twine veil wandering warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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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.
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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.