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" 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... "
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, Etc - Side 338
af Thomas Moore - 1835 - 419 sider
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The Wanderings of a Goldfinch; Or Characteristic Sketches of the Nineteenth ...

Mary Anne McMullan - 1816 - 355 sider
...the animal and vegetable worlds. *' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning, The set of our sun, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light." Such was the tenor of my song, as I was perched on the acorn-covered branch of an oak, after having...
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Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse ..., Bind 1–3

1818
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd ou at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...of our night : Give me back, give me back the wild freehness of morning, Her cloud* and her tears are worth evening'i best lighht. STORY OF ALBERT BANE....
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Bind 60

Edmund Burke - 1819
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, GaTe out...
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Annual Register, Bind 60

Edmund Burke - 1819
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, Gave out...
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British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820
...have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve, on the blank shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — dve me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning) Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's...
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Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 252 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame ; And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave...
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 sider
...that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! III. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light IV. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his...
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Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of ...

Renfrew county - 1821
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tean...
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Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 185 sider
...Each wave that we danced on at morning ebb« from ui, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore'alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me bacic, the wild freskaess of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening'* best light. Oh !...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823
...that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! III. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. IV. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through...
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