The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... gold Upon the horizon - where they play Till twilight comes , and , ray by ray , ' Their sunny mansions melt away ! Now , too , a chaplet might be wreath'd Of buds o'er which the moon has breath'd , Which worn by her , whose love has ...
... gold Upon the horizon - where they play Till twilight comes , and , ray by ray , ' Their sunny mansions melt away ! Now , too , a chaplet might be wreath'd Of buds o'er which the moon has breath'd , Which worn by her , whose love has ...
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... gold . Pretty nymph , of tender age , Fair thy silky locks unfold ; Listen to a hoary sage , Sweetest maid with vest of gold ! ODE LXXVIII.2 WOULD that I were a tuneful lyre , Of burnish'd ivory fair Which in the Dionysian choir Some ...
... gold . Pretty nymph , of tender age , Fair thy silky locks unfold ; Listen to a hoary sage , Sweetest maid with vest of gold ! ODE LXXVIII.2 WOULD that I were a tuneful lyre , Of burnish'd ivory fair Which in the Dionysian choir Some ...
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... gold and scents , To fill thy air , and sparkle o'er thee . ' See who are these that , like a cloud , 2 Are gathering from all earth's dominions , Like doves , long absent , when allow'd Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions ...
... gold and scents , To fill thy air , and sparkle o'er thee . ' See who are these that , like a cloud , 2 Are gathering from all earth's dominions , Like doves , long absent , when allow'd Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions ...
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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