The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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Side 114
... arms embrac d ! If I were yonder orange - tree , And thou the blossom blooming there , I would not yield a breath of thee , To scent the most imploring air ! Oh ! bend not o'er the water's brink , Give not the wave that rosy sigh , Nor ...
... arms embrac d ! If I were yonder orange - tree , And thou the blossom blooming there , I would not yield a breath of thee , To scent the most imploring air ! Oh ! bend not o'er the water's brink , Give not the wave that rosy sigh , Nor ...
Side 258
... arms ; While my inglorious , placid soul Breathes not a wish beyond the bowl . Then fill it high , my ruddy slave ... Arm you , arm you , men of might , Hasten to the sanguine fight- Let me , oh , my budding vine ! Spill no other blood ...
... arms ; While my inglorious , placid soul Breathes not a wish beyond the bowl . Then fill it high , my ruddy slave ... Arm you , arm you , men of might , Hasten to the sanguine fight- Let me , oh , my budding vine ! Spill no other blood ...
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... arms , Which still ( though at a sight so splendid Her dazzled brow had instantly Sunk on her breast ) were wide extended To clasp the form she durst not see ! Great God ! how could thy vengeance light So bitterly on one so bright ? How ...
... arms , Which still ( though at a sight so splendid Her dazzled brow had instantly Sunk on her breast ) were wide extended To clasp the form she durst not see ! Great God ! how could thy vengeance light So bitterly on one so bright ? How ...
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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