Thomas Moore's Complete Poetical WorksT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1895 - 800 sider |
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... Sleep 280 The Exile 280 271 The Fancy Fair 281 If Thou wouldst have Me sing Remember the Time Oh , soon return Love Thee ?. · 272 and play . 281 272 Still When Daylight 281 • • 272 The Summer Webs 282 One Dear Smile Yes , yes , When the ...
... Sleep 280 The Exile 280 271 The Fancy Fair 281 If Thou wouldst have Me sing Remember the Time Oh , soon return Love Thee ?. · 272 and play . 281 272 Still When Daylight 281 • • 272 The Summer Webs 282 One Dear Smile Yes , yes , When the ...
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... sleeping . * 1 Let Love be there , without his arms , etc. Thus Sannazaro in the eclogue of " Gallicio nell ' Arcadia : " - Vegnan li vaghi Amori Senza fiammelle , ò strali , Scherzando insieme pargoletti e nudi . Fluttering on the busy ...
... sleeping . * 1 Let Love be there , without his arms , etc. Thus Sannazaro in the eclogue of " Gallicio nell ' Arcadia : " - Vegnan li vaghi Amori Senza fiammelle , ò strali , Scherzando insieme pargoletti e nudi . Fluttering on the busy ...
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... sleep ! 15 " Here , then , here , " ( I said with joy , ) " Here is silver for the boy : He shall be my bosom guest , Idol of my pious breast ! ' " " Now , young Love , I have thee mine , Warm me with that torch of thine ; Make me feel ...
... sleep ! 15 " Here , then , here , " ( I said with joy , ) " Here is silver for the boy : He shall be my bosom guest , Idol of my pious breast ! ' " " Now , young Love , I have thee mine , Warm me with that torch of thine ; Make me feel ...
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... sleep ; Then , when you have numbered these Billowy tides and leafy trees , Count me all the flames I prove , All the gentle nymphs I love . First , of pure Athenian maids Sporting in their olive shades , You may reckon just a score ...
... sleep ; Then , when you have numbered these Billowy tides and leafy trees , Count me all the flames I prove , All the gentle nymphs I love . First , of pure Athenian maids Sporting in their olive shades , You may reckon just a score ...
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... sleep ; Hark ! they whisper as they roll , Calm persuasion to the soul ; Tell me , tell me , is not this All a stilly scene of bliss ? Who , my girl , would pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I.3 1 The description of this bower is so ...
... sleep ; Hark ! they whisper as they roll , Calm persuasion to the soul ; Tell me , tell me , is not this All a stilly scene of bliss ? Who , my girl , would pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I.3 1 The description of this bower is so ...
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Achilles Tatius Anacreon ancient Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charms Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow grace hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss LALLA ROOKH light lips live look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet rose round Sappho shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sung sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thought thro throne turn Twixt wave weep Whig wild wine wings young youth δὲ καὶ τὸ
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Side 241 - When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven,— Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Side 178 - BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. BEI.IF.VE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 190 - Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 153 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Side 243 - 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. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Side 153 - Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! -Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! Utawas...
Side 468 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 244 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Side 464 - 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 197 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...