The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 sider |
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... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now ...
... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now ...
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... wind In the ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the ...
... wind In the ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs , came filled with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) , it will kill him . " As yet was weak ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs , came filled with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) , it will kill him . " As yet was weak ...
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... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , --- Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , --- Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
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... of the bells hanging on the trees which will be put in motion by the wind proceeding from the throne of God , as often as the blessed wish for music . - Sale . From some still lake , so liquidly it rose ; 32 LALLA ROOKH .
... of the bells hanging on the trees which will be put in motion by the wind proceeding from the throne of God , as often as the blessed wish for music . - Sale . From some still lake , so liquidly it rose ; 32 LALLA ROOKH .
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Anacreon angel Arab Azim beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna Iran Khorassan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth Zelica
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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 419 - 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 405 - 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 447 - 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 402 - 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 425 - 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...