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... pure , redeeming angel , sent to free This fettered world from every bond and stain , And bring its primal glories back again ! Low as young Azim knelt , that motley crowd Of all earth's nations sunk the knee and bowed , With shouts of ...
... pure , redeeming angel , sent to free This fettered world from every bond and stain , And bring its primal glories back again ! Low as young Azim knelt , that motley crowd Of all earth's nations sunk the knee and bowed , With shouts of ...
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... pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the ...
... pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the ...
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... pure , be his again ! — These were the wildering dreams , whose curst deceit Had chained her soul beneath the tempter's feet , And made her think even damning falsehood sweet . But now that Shape which had appalled her view , That ...
... pure , be his again ! — These were the wildering dreams , whose curst deceit Had chained her soul beneath the tempter's feet , And made her think even damning falsehood sweet . But now that Shape which had appalled her view , That ...
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... pure souls , ye must : That Prophet ill sustains his holy call Who finds not heavens to suit the tastes of all ; Houris for boys , omniscience for sages , And wings and glories for all ranks and ages . Vain things ! -as lust or vanity ...
... pure souls , ye must : That Prophet ill sustains his holy call Who finds not heavens to suit the tastes of all ; Houris for boys , omniscience for sages , And wings and glories for all ranks and ages . Vain things ! -as lust or vanity ...
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... pure waters of that upper sphere Whose rills o'er ruby beds and topaz flow , Catching the gem's bright colour , as they go . Nightly my Genii come and fill these urns- Nay , drink - in every drop life's essence burns ; ' Twill make that ...
... pure waters of that upper sphere Whose rills o'er ruby beds and topaz flow , Catching the gem's bright colour , as they go . Nightly my Genii come and fill these urns- Nay , drink - in every drop life's essence burns ; ' Twill make that ...
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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.