The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... breath divine , Which Camoen's harp from rapture stole And gave , all glowing warm , to thine ! 1 Oh ! could the ... breath it breath'd again In such entrancing melodies As ear had never drunk till then ! Not harmony's serenest touch So ...
... breath divine , Which Camoen's harp from rapture stole And gave , all glowing warm , to thine ! 1 Oh ! could the ... breath it breath'd again In such entrancing melodies As ear had never drunk till then ! Not harmony's serenest touch So ...
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... breath'd to me ! Yet , no - it must not , will not part , Tis now the life - breath of my heart , And has become too pure for thee ! Take back the kiss , that faithless sigh With all the warmth of truth imprest ; Yet , no - the fatal ...
... breath'd to me ! Yet , no - it must not , will not part , Tis now the life - breath of my heart , And has become too pure for thee ! Take back the kiss , that faithless sigh With all the warmth of truth imprest ; Yet , no - the fatal ...
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... breath ! -not all the fire , That lights the lone Semenda's ' death In eastern climes could e'er respire An odour like thy dulcet breath ! I pray thee , on those lips of thine To wear this rosy leaf for me , And breathe of something not ...
... breath ! -not all the fire , That lights the lone Semenda's ' death In eastern climes could e'er respire An odour like thy dulcet breath ! I pray thee , on those lips of thine To wear this rosy leaf for me , And breathe of something not ...
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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