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... Oh , where's the slave " 375 " Come , rest in this bosom ' " ' Tis gone and for ever " I saw from the beach " “ Fill the bumper fair ” " 9 375 375 376 376 IRISH MELODIES , continued PAGE A MELOLOGUE UPON NATIONAL MUSIC- xii CONTENTS .
... Oh , where's the slave " 375 " Come , rest in this bosom ' " ' Tis gone and for ever " I saw from the beach " “ Fill the bumper fair ” " 9 375 375 376 376 IRISH MELODIES , continued PAGE A MELOLOGUE UPON NATIONAL MUSIC- xii CONTENTS .
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... rest " " From dread Leucadia's frowning steep " " Mix me , child , a cup divine " PAGE 460 460 460 " " 460 460 461 461 EPIGRAMS OF THE ANTHOLOGIA- " Around the tomb , O bard divine " 462 " Here sleeps Anacreon , in this ivied shade 462 ...
... rest " " From dread Leucadia's frowning steep " " Mix me , child , a cup divine " PAGE 460 460 460 " " 460 460 461 461 EPIGRAMS OF THE ANTHOLOGIA- " Around the tomb , O bard divine " 462 " Here sleeps Anacreon , in this ivied shade 462 ...
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... rest . Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze in which thy sense Wandered about , -but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
... rest . Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze in which thy sense Wandered about , -but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
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... rests the Caliph - speed - one lucky lance May now achieve mankind's deliverance . " Desperate the die - such as they ... rest ; - And they believe him ! -oh , the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; - The babe may ...
... rests the Caliph - speed - one lucky lance May now achieve mankind's deliverance . " Desperate the die - such as they ... rest ; - And they believe him ! -oh , the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; - The babe may ...
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... rest hangs chill and dim . His soul had seen a Vision , while he slept ; She , for whose spirit he had prayed and wept So many years , had come to him , all drest In angel smiles , and told him she was blest ! For this the old man ...
... rest hangs chill and dim . His soul had seen a Vision , while he slept ; She , for whose spirit he had prayed and wept So many years , had come to him , all drest In angel smiles , and told him she was blest ! For this the old man ...
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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.