The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, EtcJ. Crissy, 1835 - 419 sider |
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... supposed ple whose accent was indelibly stamped on his tongue . to exclude happiness from the limits of his country We could protract the list of her ungrateful and In “ Lalla Rookh " he has given his fire - worshippers thoughtless ...
... supposed ple whose accent was indelibly stamped on his tongue . to exclude happiness from the limits of his country We could protract the list of her ungrateful and In “ Lalla Rookh " he has given his fire - worshippers thoughtless ...
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... supposed to be prepar- . cealed our own opinion that , however nobly Mr. ing come out as his own production , it will be diffiThomas Moore may have acted as regards his own cult , if not impossible , to convince the public that it ...
... supposed to be prepar- . cealed our own opinion that , however nobly Mr. ing come out as his own production , it will be diffiThomas Moore may have acted as regards his own cult , if not impossible , to convince the public that it ...
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... supposed to possess a of the poet indifferently . For our part , we think that quantity of communicable celebrity : an intimacy with if Thomas Moore had the misfortune to be metaone of them is a sort of principality , and a stray anec ...
... supposed to possess a of the poet indifferently . For our part , we think that quantity of communicable celebrity : an intimacy with if Thomas Moore had the misfortune to be metaone of them is a sort of principality , and a stray anec ...
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... supposed wisdom of orders , and every second - rate bard fifteen . their ancestors , and to lend a ready ear to the mar- John of Salisbury , in the 12th century , says , that vellous , than the exaggerated praise which the authors the ...
... supposed wisdom of orders , and every second - rate bard fifteen . their ancestors , and to lend a ready ear to the mar- John of Salisbury , in the 12th century , says , that vellous , than the exaggerated praise which the authors the ...
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... supposed not over - inclined to be prodigal in becompositions , with which his name and fame will be stowing on the same object the several gifts that are inseparably and immortally connected . peculiarly hers ; but , as far as the ...
... supposed not over - inclined to be prodigal in becompositions , with which his name and fame will be stowing on the same object the several gifts that are inseparably and immortally connected . peculiarly hers ; but , as far as the ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fancy feel FERAMORZ fire flame flowers Ghebers glory glow gold grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Khorassan King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne Transoxiania turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings wonder young youth
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Side 321 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 330 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 352 - When I remember all The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Side 362 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triurnph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave — • How vain was their boasting ! — The Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd, — his people are free.
Side 333 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! 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...
Side 362 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Side 330 - Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him...
Side 361 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Side 338 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning.
Side 334 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.