Poetry and Pictures from Thomas MooreLongman, Brown, Green, 1858 - 336 sider |
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... SONG DESMOND'S SONG . SHE SUNG OF LOVE . THE NIGHT DANCE . THE WOODPECKER SING - SING - MUSIC WAS GIVEN IN THE MORNING OF LIFE LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE 56 60 61 63 64 66 67 68 70 71 SONG 73 . I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE 74 LINES ...
... SONG DESMOND'S SONG . SHE SUNG OF LOVE . THE NIGHT DANCE . THE WOODPECKER SING - SING - MUSIC WAS GIVEN IN THE MORNING OF LIFE LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE 56 60 61 63 64 66 67 68 70 71 SONG 73 . I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE 74 LINES ...
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... SONG 116 117 THE VOICE 117 A CANADIAN BOAT SONG 119 CUPID AND PSYCHE 120 THE HIGH - BORN LADYE . 122 WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS . 123 SONG 124 THE STRANGER . 126 CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS 127 SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE 128 THE PRETTY ROSE ...
... SONG 116 117 THE VOICE 117 A CANADIAN BOAT SONG 119 CUPID AND PSYCHE 120 THE HIGH - BORN LADYE . 122 WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS . 123 SONG 124 THE STRANGER . 126 CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS 127 SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE 128 THE PRETTY ROSE ...
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... SONG OF THE POCO - CURANTE SOCIETY 180 182 184 185 187 189 190 191 WHEN LOVE , WHO RULED 192 WHAT SHALL I SING THEE 195 SPIRIT OF Joy . . 196 IF THOU WOULDST HAVE ME SING AND PLAY 197 THOU ART , O God 198 SONG 200 • SONG 201 COME , PLAY ...
... SONG OF THE POCO - CURANTE SOCIETY 180 182 184 185 187 189 190 191 WHEN LOVE , WHO RULED 192 WHAT SHALL I SING THEE 195 SPIRIT OF Joy . . 196 IF THOU WOULDST HAVE ME SING AND PLAY 197 THOU ART , O God 198 SONG 200 • SONG 201 COME , PLAY ...
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... SONG 236 SAY , WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO - DAY 237 SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS . 238 LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP 240 ... SONG ELEGIAC STANZAS 251 253 ОH FAIR ! OH PUREST ! 255 HARK ! ' TIS THE BREEZE 257 HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED ...
... SONG 236 SAY , WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO - DAY 237 SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS . 238 LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP 240 ... SONG ELEGIAC STANZAS 251 253 ОH FAIR ! OH PUREST ! 255 HARK ! ' TIS THE BREEZE 257 HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED ...
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... SONG THE POISONED BANQUET AZIM AND ZELICA . NOURMAHAL LOVE AND DEATH THE FEAST OF ROSES THE GHEBER'S STRONGHOLD CALM AFTER STORM • THE DIRGE OF HINDA LOVERS ' QUARRELS 268 274 276 279 283 285 288 292 294 296 297 THE RECONCILIATION OF ...
... SONG THE POISONED BANQUET AZIM AND ZELICA . NOURMAHAL LOVE AND DEATH THE FEAST OF ROSES THE GHEBER'S STRONGHOLD CALM AFTER STORM • THE DIRGE OF HINDA LOVERS ' QUARRELS 268 274 276 279 283 285 288 292 294 296 297 THE RECONCILIATION OF ...
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ARRANMORE bark beam Beauty beneath BIRKET FOSTER blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath breeze bright bright eyes broken flower brow calm charms cheek clouds cold Cooper dark daylight daylight dies dear Dismal Swamp divine dream earth ev'n eyes fade feel flew flowers gaze gloom glory glowing gone harp HARRISON WEIR hath heart heaven high-born Ladye hope hour hung isle JASPER CROPSEY light lips look'd looks love-knots Love's lover lute MACLISE maid maiden Minstrel Boy moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina nymph o'er play'd Rose-tree roses round sail seem'd shade shed shine shining book Ship ahoy shone shore sigh sing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star sung sunny sunshine sweet tears thee There's thine thou turn'd Twas Vignette voice WARREN H wave weep wind wings woman young youth
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Side 227 - And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night : Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles — Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd,
Side 16 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds; His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before...
Side 298 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea. When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 15 - Virtue ! when thy clime I seek, Let not my spirit's flight be weak : Let me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow And plunge again to depths below. But, when I leave the grosser throng With whom my soul hath dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there.
Side 55 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee stilL Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till...
Side 50 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Side 116 - THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ? The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Side 138 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Side 53 - twas leaving. So loth we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts, as on we rove, To those we've left behind us...
Side 307 - When first on me they breathed and shone ; New, as if brought from other spheres, Yet welcome as if loved for years. Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me, Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground, When first 't is by the lapwing found.