 cloudier eyes to shame. But no, 'twas but the minute's dream — A fantasy, — and ere the scream Had half-way pass'd her pallid lips, A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse Of soul and sense its darkness spread Around her, and she sunk as dead. How calm,...  Lalla Rookh - Side 191af Thomas Moore - 1895 - 273 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1817 - 708 sider
...•4\»жЛ OTV %ss. ч AniûuragtvÎOT «.NUTv* 5 *-*«• * Whose liquid flame is born of them ! " How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ! When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt oft', and leave the... | |
 | 1817 - 522 sider
...situation of the Arabian Maid, and the surrounding scene, is thus poetically and affectingly described. " How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 sider
...That put Heaven's cloudier eyes to shame ! But no—'twas but the minute's dream— A fantasy—and ere the scream Had half-way pass'd her pallid lips,...beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, * " The brilliant Canopus,... | |
 | Select readings - 1824 - 300 sider
...asunder torn her frame divides, And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides. » The Calm. T. Moore. HOW calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ! When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, 139 When, 'stead of one... | |
 | 1826 - 396 sider
...soft black eye, But when it came to loiow me well. And love me, it was sure to die !" A CALM AT SEA. " How calm, how beautiful, comes on The stilly hour when storms are gone; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray. Melt off, and leave the Land... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 sider
...»líame? Put no—Ч was but the minute's dream— Л fantasy—aud ere the scream Ibid half-way pais'd her pallid lips, A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse Of soul and sense iU darkness spread Around her, and she sunk, as dead ! How calm, how beautiful comee on The stilly... | |
 | John Cole - 1828 - 202 sider
...1824, and two following days. 1 —Hut after these respective storms " at length a calm appeared." Row calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; 1 The following lamentable end of a young fisherman of Filey may here be appropriately recorded: When... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 sider
...' Dui no—'t was hut the minute's dream— A fantasy—and ere the scream Had half-way pass'd lier pallid lips, A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse Of soul and sense ils dark ne** spread Around her, and ehe »unk, as dead ! How calm, how beautiful conies on The stilly... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 482 sider
...That put Heaven's cloudier eyes to shame ! But no—'twas but the minute's dream— A fantasy—and ere the scream Had half-way pass'd her pallid lips,...darkness spread Around her, and she sunk, as dead 1 How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have... | |
 | Edward Thomas Coke - 1833 - 306 sider
...God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.' SuAxsrsLu How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt ofF, and leave the land... | |
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