Thomas Moore's Complete Poetical Works |
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“ There was a time , ” he said , in mild , Heart - humbled tones thou blessed child ! “ When young and haply pure as thou “ I looked and prayed like thee – but now He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling which had slept ...
“ There was a time , ” he said , in mild , Heart - humbled tones thou blessed child ! “ When young and haply pure as thou “ I looked and prayed like thee – but now He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling which had slept ...
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Anacreon ancient appears arms beam beautiful beneath blest bliss breath bright bring brow called charm dark dear death deep dream earth epigram eyes fair fall fancy fear feel fire flowers friends give given glory gone grace hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep King late leave letter light lips live look Lord lost maid meet mind morning never night o'er o’er once past Persian play poet pure rest rose round seemed seen shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro touch true turned voice wandering wave weep wild wings young youth
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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...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Thomas Moore's Complete Poetical Works |
| Forfatter | Thomas Moore |
| Redaktør | Nathan Haskell Dole |
| Udgiver | T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1895 |
| Oprindeligt fra | University of California |
| Digitaliseret | 26. jun 2007 |
| Længde | 800 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |