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... head : And why ? -a murdered mother's shade Before their conscious fancy played ; But I can ne'er a murderer be , The grape alone shall bleed by me ; Yet can I rave , in wild delight , ' I will - I will be mad to - night . The son of ...
... head : And why ? -a murdered mother's shade Before their conscious fancy played ; But I can ne'er a murderer be , The grape alone shall bleed by me ; Yet can I rave , in wild delight , ' I will - I will be mad to - night . The son of ...
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... head , And , fanning light his breezy plume , Recalled me from my languid gloom ; Then said , in accents half reproving , ' Why hast thou been a foe to loving ? ' ODE XXXII.3 STREW me a breathing bed of leaves Where lotus with the ...
... head , And , fanning light his breezy plume , Recalled me from my languid gloom ; Then said , in accents half reproving , ' Why hast thou been a foe to loving ? ' ODE XXXII.3 STREW me a breathing bed of leaves Where lotus with the ...
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... head ; Luckless urchin not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bec ! The bee awaked - with anger wild The bee awaked and stung the child . Loud and piteous are his cries ; To Venus quick he runs , he flies ! Oh mother ! I am wounded ...
... head ; Luckless urchin not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bec ! The bee awaked - with anger wild The bee awaked and stung the child . Loud and piteous are his cries ; To Venus quick he runs , he flies ! Oh mother ! I am wounded ...
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... head , With many a cup and many a smile The festal moments we beguile . And while the harp , impassioned , flings Tuneful rapture from the strings , 4 3 The character of Anacreon is here very strikingly depicted . His love of social ...
... head , With many a cup and many a smile The festal moments we beguile . And while the harp , impassioned , flings Tuneful rapture from the strings , 4 3 The character of Anacreon is here very strikingly depicted . His love of social ...
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... head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! breathe my vows ...
... head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! breathe my vows ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Explanatory Notes, Etc. ... Thomas Moore Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1908 |
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Side 484 - When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands "dead, And all but he departed!
Side 310 - 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 194 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 310 - 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. 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 201 - 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 177 - Rapids are near and the daylight'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 daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Side 213 - He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him...
Side 351 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 213 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 319 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.