The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... 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 ; The guile of one , who long hath play'd With all these wily nets of heart . Oh ! thou hast not ...
... 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 ; The guile of one , who long hath play'd With all these wily nets of heart . Oh ! thou hast not ...
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... hath equall'd , hath come nigh CANOVA'S fancy ; oh , not one Hath made thee feel , and live , and die In tears away , as he hath done , In those bright images , more bright With true expression's breathing light Than ever yet beneath ...
... hath equall'd , hath come nigh CANOVA'S fancy ; oh , not one Hath made thee feel , and live , and die In tears away , as he hath done , In those bright images , more bright With true expression's breathing light Than ever yet beneath ...
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... hath bled , The sage's tongue hath warn'd in vain ; — Oh , Freedom ! once thy flame hath fled , It never lights again ! Weep on - perhaps in after days They'll learn to love your name ; When many a deed shall wake in praise That now ...
... hath bled , The sage's tongue hath warn'd in vain ; — Oh , Freedom ! once thy flame hath fled , It never lights again ! Weep on - perhaps in after days They'll learn to love your name ; When many a deed shall wake in praise That now ...
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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