The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... bright lamp that shone . 325 Dear harp of my country ib . Drink to her , who long Oh ! blame not the bard 326 Advertisement • • · 340 While gazing on the moon's light ib . billow · When daylight was yet sleeping under the By the hope ...
... bright lamp that shone . 325 Dear harp of my country ib . Drink to her , who long Oh ! blame not the bard 326 Advertisement • • · 340 While gazing on the moon's light ib . billow · When daylight was yet sleeping under the By the hope ...
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... bright— I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its every ray , And that light heart , so joyous now , Almost forget it once was gay . For Time will come with all his blights , The ruin'd hope - the friend unkind- The love ...
... bright— I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its every ray , And that light heart , so joyous now , Almost forget it once was gay . For Time will come with all his blights , The ruin'd hope - the friend unkind- The love ...
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... Bright lips , too bright to wither , Warm hearts , too warm to die ! Till , as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanish'd years , Then , then the cup before me Seems turning all to tears . FAREWELL , THERESA . Venetian Air ...
... Bright lips , too bright to wither , Warm hearts , too warm to die ! Till , as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanish'd years , Then , then the cup before me Seems turning all to tears . FAREWELL , THERESA . Venetian Air ...
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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