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... Wing Go forth to the Mount 332 There comes a Time 498 332 333 • Is it not sweet to think hereafter ? War against Babylon . 333 My Harp has one Unchanging Theme 499 Oh ! no - not e'en when first we loved 499 Peace be around thee 499 334 ...
... Wing Go forth to the Mount 332 There comes a Time 498 332 333 • Is it not sweet to think hereafter ? War against Babylon . 333 My Harp has one Unchanging Theme 499 Oh ! no - not e'en when first we loved 499 Peace be around thee 499 334 ...
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... wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away - away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE ...
... wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away - away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE ...
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... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
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... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him ...
... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him ...
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... wings my feet ! ' Tis surely something sweet , I think , Nay , something heavenly sweet , to drink ! Sing , sing of love , let Music's breath Softly beguile our rapturous death , While , my young Venus , thou and I To the voluptuous ...
... wings my feet ! ' Tis surely something sweet , I think , Nay , something heavenly sweet , to drink ! Sing , sing of love , let Music's breath Softly beguile our rapturous death , While , my young Venus , thou and I To the voluptuous ...
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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.