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... , a familiar Epistle The Natal Genius , a Dream EPISTLES , ODES , & c : - Preface To Lord Viscount Strangford . Stanzas . • " A beam of tranquillity " 214 · 214 216 .. 218 · 219 · 221 PAGE EPISTLES , ODES , & c . , continued- CONTENTS . ni.
... , a familiar Epistle The Natal Genius , a Dream EPISTLES , ODES , & c : - Preface To Lord Viscount Strangford . Stanzas . • " A beam of tranquillity " 214 · 214 216 .. 218 · 219 · 221 PAGE EPISTLES , ODES , & c . , continued- CONTENTS . ni.
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... Lord Viscount Forbes 265 Song . " The wreath you wove ” . 269 Lying . " I do confess , in many a sigh " 269 Anacreontic . " I filled to thee " 270 To's Picture . " Go then , if she " 270 Fragment of a Mythological Hymn to Love 271 To ...
... Lord Viscount Forbes 265 Song . " The wreath you wove ” . 269 Lying . " I do confess , in many a sigh " 269 Anacreontic . " I filled to thee " 270 To's Picture . " Go then , if she " 270 Fragment of a Mythological Hymn to Love 271 To ...
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... Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears " 391 " As down in the sunless retreats 392 " " " But who shall see " 392 66 Almighty God " 393 " When Leila touched the lute " " O fair ! -O purest ” SONGS FROM M.P .; OR , THE BLUE ...
... Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears " 391 " As down in the sunless retreats 392 " " " But who shall see " 392 66 Almighty God " 393 " When Leila touched the lute " " O fair ! -O purest ” SONGS FROM M.P .; OR , THE BLUE ...
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... Lord Wellington . Impromptu , upon being obliged to leave a Pleasant Part Lord Wellington and the Ministers ODES OF ANACREON- 415 416 417 418 419 420 420 I. " I saw the smiling bar of pleasure " 421 II . " Give me the harp of epic song ...
... Lord Wellington . Impromptu , upon being obliged to leave a Pleasant Part Lord Wellington and the Ministers ODES OF ANACREON- 415 416 417 418 419 420 420 I. " I saw the smiling bar of pleasure " 421 II . " Give me the harp of epic song ...
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... lords , distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor's favour , the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans , and the small silver - rimmed kettledrums at the bows of their saddles ; -the costly armour of their cavaliers ...
... lords , distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor's favour , the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans , and the small silver - rimmed kettledrums at the bows of their saddles ; -the costly armour of their cavaliers ...
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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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Anacreon Bacchus bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning chain charm cheek cold Cupid dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Erin eyes fade fair falchion fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow gold grace Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour hung Ireland Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look Lord lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian pure rapture rose rosy round rove shade shed shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling Twas twill twine veil wandering warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Side 74 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Side 374 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Side 53 - 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 135 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Side 353 - tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, Beauty lies In many eyes, But love in yours, my Nora Creina. Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it, Not a charm of beauty's mould Presumes to stay where Nature placed it. Oh ! my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.
Side 62 - twas a sight — that Heaven — that child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by ! And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.
Side 380 - When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven; Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are Thine. III. 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 380 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Side 335 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Side 370 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that's haunted.