The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never lov'd a tree or flower , But ' twas the first to fade away . I never nurs'd a dear gazelle , To glad me ...
... Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never lov'd a tree or flower , But ' twas the first to fade away . I never nurs'd a dear gazelle , To glad me ...
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... twas th ' appointed warning - blast , Th ' alarm to tell when hope was past , And the tremendous death - die cast ! And there , upon the mouldering tower , Hath hung this sea - horn many an hour , Ready to sound o'er land and sea That ...
... twas th ' appointed warning - blast , Th ' alarm to tell when hope was past , And the tremendous death - die cast ! And there , upon the mouldering tower , Hath hung this sea - horn many an hour , Ready to sound o'er land and sea That ...
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... Twas more than tongue could dare reveal , " Twas more than virtue ought to feel , But all that passion ought ! I stoop'd to cull , with faltering hand , A shell that on the golden sand Before us faintly gleam'd ; I rais'd it to your ...
... Twas more than tongue could dare reveal , " Twas more than virtue ought to feel , But all that passion ought ! I stoop'd to cull , with faltering hand , A shell that on the golden sand Before us faintly gleam'd ; I rais'd it to your ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth