The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... feel ! When , o'er thy face some gleam of thought , Like day - beams through the morning air , Hath gradual stole , and I have caught The feeling ere it kindled there : ' The sympathy I then betray'd , Perhaps was but the child of art ...
... feel ! When , o'er thy face some gleam of thought , Like day - beams through the morning air , Hath gradual stole , and I have caught The feeling ere it kindled there : ' The sympathy I then betray'd , Perhaps was but the child of art ...
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... feel a joy alone Were worse to thee than feeling none : Such sympathy in loving ! And , oh ! how often in those eyes , Which melting beam'd like azure skies In dewy vernal weather- How often have I raptured read The burning glance ...
... feel a joy alone Were worse to thee than feeling none : Such sympathy in loving ! And , oh ! how often in those eyes , Which melting beam'd like azure skies In dewy vernal weather- How often have I raptured read The burning glance ...
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... feel as if we ne'er could sever ; And may the birth of her we love Be thus with joy remember'd ever ! SONG . ON THE BIRTH - DAY OF MRS . WRITTEN IN IRELAND . Or all my happiest hours of joy , And even I have had my measure , When hearts ...
... feel as if we ne'er could sever ; And may the birth of her we love Be thus with joy remember'd ever ! SONG . ON THE BIRTH - DAY OF MRS . WRITTEN IN IRELAND . Or all my happiest hours of joy , And even I have had my measure , When hearts ...
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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