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... Death of a Lady Written in the Blank - leaf of a Lady's Common - place " Oh ! why should the girl " Good night ! good night ! " Written during Illness " Press the grape , " Anacreontic . " Friend of my soul " Charity . " O woman ! if by ...
... Death of a Lady Written in the Blank - leaf of a Lady's Common - place " Oh ! why should the girl " Good night ! good night ! " Written during Illness " Press the grape , " Anacreontic . " Friend of my soul " Charity . " O woman ! if by ...
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... Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac Stanzas . " When wearied wretches ' 197 The Kiss . " Grow to my lip " 197 To - " With all my soul " 198 A Reflection at Sea · 199 A Challenge 199 Song . " If I swear by that eye ...
... Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac Stanzas . " When wearied wretches ' 197 The Kiss . " Grow to my lip " 197 To - " With all my soul " 198 A Reflection at Sea · 199 A Challenge 199 Song . " If I swear by that eye ...
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... death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , + Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; Their weapons various - some equipped , for speed , With javelins of the light Kathaian reed ; Or bows of buffalo horn and shining ...
... death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , + Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; Their weapons various - some equipped , for speed , With javelins of the light Kathaian reed ; Or bows of buffalo horn and shining ...
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... death ! — But lost , inflamed , -a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first In zeal and charms , -too well the Impostor nursed * The nightingale . Her ...
... death ! — But lost , inflamed , -a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first In zeal and charms , -too well the Impostor nursed * The nightingale . Her ...
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... death , led only by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly crazed by dread , Seemed , through ...
... death , led only by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly crazed by dread , Seemed , through ...
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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 76 - 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 55 - 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 137 - 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 64 - 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.