The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Including His Melodies, Ballads Etc. ; Compl. in One VolumeGalignani, 1827 - 383 sider |
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... thou , of all creation bless'd . XXXV . Cupid once upon a bed Appendix . 135 THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS , PREFACE , etc. 136 XXXVI . If hoarded gold possess'd a power XXXVII . T was night , and many a circling bowl XXXVIII . Let us drain ...
... thou , of all creation bless'd . XXXV . Cupid once upon a bed Appendix . 135 THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS , PREFACE , etc. 136 XXXVI . If hoarded gold possess'd a power XXXVII . T was night , and many a circling bowl XXXVIII . Let us drain ...
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... thou hast loved Remember thee ! yes , while there's life in this heart Wreathe the bowl They may rail at this life - from the hour I began it Oh for the swords of former time ! Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us Sail on , sail on , thou ...
... thou hast loved Remember thee ! yes , while there's life in this heart Wreathe the bowl They may rail at this life - from the hour I began it Oh for the swords of former time ! Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us Sail on , sail on , thou ...
Side v
... thou lovely one ! —Sicilian Air Dost thou remember ? -Portuguese Air ib . 319 The bird , let loose . Oh ! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear Weep not for those The turf shall be my fragrant shrine Sound the loud timbrel . Mahratta Air ...
... thou lovely one ! —Sicilian Air Dost thou remember ? -Portuguese Air ib . 319 The bird , let loose . Oh ! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear Weep not for those The turf shall be my fragrant shrine Sound the loud timbrel . Mahratta Air ...
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... thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why ...
... thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why ...
Side 8
... thou art she ! » With her hands clasp'd , her lips apart and pale , The maid had stood , gazing upon the Veil From which these words , like south - winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : ' So boldly ...
... thou art she ! » With her hands clasp'd , her lips apart and pale , The maid had stood , gazing upon the Veil From which these words , like south - winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : ' So boldly ...
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