The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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Side 102
... happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth , to move ; Still breathing o'er the chords , commune In sympathies of angel love ! TO THE FLYING - FISH . ' When I have seen thy snowy wing O'er the blue wave at evening spring , And ...
... happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth , to move ; Still breathing o'er the chords , commune In sympathies of angel love ! TO THE FLYING - FISH . ' When I have seen thy snowy wing O'er the blue wave at evening spring , And ...
Side 318
... happy indeed if ' t were never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this prayer shall be mine , — That the sun - shine of love may illumine our youth , And the moonlight of friendship ...
... happy indeed if ' t were never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this prayer shall be mine , — That the sun - shine of love may illumine our youth , And the moonlight of friendship ...
Side 334
... happy measure Be all of such moments made up ; They're born on the bosom of pleasure , They die ' midst the tears of the cup . As onward we journey , how pleasant To pause and inhabit awhile Those few sunny spots , like the present ...
... happy measure Be all of such moments made up ; They're born on the bosom of pleasure , They die ' midst the tears of the cup . As onward we journey , how pleasant To pause and inhabit awhile Those few sunny spots , like the present ...
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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