The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight . Her throne had fall'n - her pride was crush'd- Her sons were willing slaves , nor blush'd In their own land - no more their own , - To crouch beneath a stranger's throne . Her towers , where MITHRA ...
... Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight . Her throne had fall'n - her pride was crush'd- Her sons were willing slaves , nor blush'd In their own land - no more their own , - To crouch beneath a stranger's throne . Her towers , where MITHRA ...
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... Beneath them from its onward track ; - Some mighty , unseen barrier spurns The vexed tide , all foaming , back , And ... beneath , As ' twere the ever - dark Profound That rolls beneath the Bridge of Death ! All , all is fearful - e'en ...
... Beneath them from its onward track ; - Some mighty , unseen barrier spurns The vexed tide , all foaming , back , And ... beneath , As ' twere the ever - dark Profound That rolls beneath the Bridge of Death ! All , all is fearful - e'en ...
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... Beneath whose gilded hoofs of pride , Where'er they trampled , Freedom died . No - let us keep our tears for them , Where'er they pine , whose fall hath been Not from a blood - stain'd diadem , Like that which deck'd this ocean - queen ...
... Beneath whose gilded hoofs of pride , Where'er they trampled , Freedom died . No - let us keep our tears for them , Where'er they pine , whose fall hath been Not from a blood - stain'd diadem , Like that which deck'd this ocean - queen ...
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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