The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 sider |
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... gold possess'd a power , " XXXVII . " Let us drain the nectar'd bowl , XXXVIII . " How I love the festive boy , " XXXVI . " " Twas night , and many a circling bowl , " 328 XL . 66 328 329 329 29 330 330 331 B XXXIX . " I know that ...
... gold possess'd a power , " XXXVII . " Let us drain the nectar'd bowl , XXXVIII . " How I love the festive boy , " XXXVI . " " Twas night , and many a circling bowl , " 328 XL . 66 328 329 329 29 330 330 331 B XXXIX . " I know that ...
Side xviii
... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion , " 341 LVIII . " Sabled by the solar beam , ' LIX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell , " LX . " Golden hues of youth are fled , " LXI . " Fill me , boy , as deep a draught , " 342 343 344 344 LXII ...
... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion , " 341 LVIII . " Sabled by the solar beam , ' LIX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell , " LX . " Golden hues of youth are fled , " LXI . " Fill me , boy , as deep a draught , " 342 343 344 344 LXII ...
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... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - apples on the tops of the palan- keens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bear- ing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - apples on the tops of the palan- keens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bear- ing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
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... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below .-- What impious tongue , ye ...
... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below .-- What impious tongue , ye ...
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... gold , § Thinks of the time when , by the Ganges ' flood , Her little playmates scatter'd many a bud Upon her long black hair , with glossy gleam Just dripping from the consecrated stream ; While the young Arab , haunted by the smell Of ...
... gold , § Thinks of the time when , by the Ganges ' flood , Her little playmates scatter'd many a bud Upon her long black hair , with glossy gleam Just dripping from the consecrated stream ; While the young Arab , haunted by the smell Of ...
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Anacreon angel Arab beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair fairy bower falchion fancy feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven hope hour hung hyæna Iran isle Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid mingled morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure Pythagoras roses round seem'd shade shed shine sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Side 401 - THOU art, O 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.
Side 417 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Side 61 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Side 403 - And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Side 401 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH 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 445 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords...
Side 134 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , * Its temples, and grottos , and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Side 401 - 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 423 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...
Side 64 - Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...