The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... eyes , that little thought How fatal were the beams they threw , My trembling hands you lightly caught , And round me , like a spirit , flew . Heedless of all , I wildly turn'd , My soul forgot - nor , oh ! condemn , That when such eyes ...
... eyes , that little thought How fatal were the beams they threw , My trembling hands you lightly caught , And round me , like a spirit , flew . Heedless of all , I wildly turn'd , My soul forgot - nor , oh ! condemn , That when such eyes ...
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... eyes , would court the blaze ( Sucn pride he in adoring took , ) And rather lose , in that one gaze , The power of looking than not look ! Then too , when angel voices sung The mercy of their God , and strung Their harps to hail , with ...
... eyes , would court the blaze ( Sucn pride he in adoring took , ) And rather lose , in that one gaze , The power of looking than not look ! Then too , when angel voices sung The mercy of their God , and strung Their harps to hail , with ...
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... EYES . AIR - Father Quin . WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes , All fill'd with hope , and joy , and light , As if no cloud could ever rise , To dim a heaven so purely bright— I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its ...
... EYES . AIR - Father Quin . WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes , All fill'd with hope , and joy , and light , As if no cloud could ever rise , To dim a heaven so purely bright— I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its ...
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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