The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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... hope within us , ' After the Battle- " Night closed around , " " Oh ! ' tis sweet to think , that , where'er we rove , " The Irish Peasant to his Mistress- " Through grief , " On Music- " When through life unblest we rove , ” . " It is ...
... hope within us , ' After the Battle- " Night closed around , " " Oh ! ' tis sweet to think , that , where'er we rove , " The Irish Peasant to his Mistress- " Through grief , " On Music- " When through life unblest we rove , ” . " It is ...
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... hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! -in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , * which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
... hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! -in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , * which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
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... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before , -as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before , -as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
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... hope or prophet's dream ! Light of the Faith ! who twin'st religion's zeal So close with love's , men know not which they feel , Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What ...
... hope or prophet's dream ! Light of the Faith ! who twin'st religion's zeal So close with love's , men know not which they feel , Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What ...
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... hope was all at once o'ercast , When I heard frightful voices round me say , Azim is dead ! -this wretched brain gave way , And I became a wreck , at random driven , Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven- All wild - and even this ...
... hope was all at once o'ercast , When I heard frightful voices round me say , Azim is dead ! -this wretched brain gave way , And I became a wreck , at random driven , Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven- All wild - and even this ...
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angel Arab Azim Baalbec beam beautiful beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dead Dead-Sea fruits dear death deep Dismal Swamp divine dread dream e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers Gazna gems genii Ghebers glory glow Hafed Haram hath heart heaven holy Holy Valley hope hour hung hyæna Iran Iran's Khorassan Lahore lake Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lover lute lyre maid moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night Nourmahal nymph o'er pass'd Peri pure round satrap seem'd shade shed shine shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tear tell thee thine thou thought throne towers trembling turn'd Twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth Zelica
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Side 439 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Side 421 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 25 - 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 447 - To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
Side 415 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Side 400 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...
Side 60 - 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 398 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Side 460 - And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Side 460 - OH, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly ? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, Would wait till time decay'd it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it f Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall...