The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... heard thee say , ' Thy vital pulse shall cease to play When mine no more is moving ! Since , now , to feel a joy alone Were worse to thee than feeling none : Such sympathy in loving ! And , oh ! how often in those eyes , Which melting ...
... heard thee say , ' Thy vital pulse shall cease to play When mine no more is moving ! Since , now , to feel a joy alone Were worse to thee than feeling none : Such sympathy in loving ! And , oh ! how often in those eyes , Which melting ...
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... heard- But whether heard in heaven or hell , Listen and you will know too well . There was a maid , of all who move Like visions o'er this orb , most fit To be a bright young angel's love , Herself so bright , so exquisite ! The pride ...
... heard- But whether heard in heaven or hell , Listen and you will know too well . There was a maid , of all who move Like visions o'er this orb , most fit To be a bright young angel's love , Herself so bright , so exquisite ! The pride ...
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... heard them say , And they cheer'd and shouted all the way , As the Laird of Salmagundi went , To open in state his Parliament . The Salmagundians once were rich , Or thought they were - no matter which- For , every year , the Revenue ...
... heard them say , And they cheer'd and shouted all the way , As the Laird of Salmagundi went , To open in state his Parliament . The Salmagundians once were rich , Or thought they were - no matter which- For , every year , the Revenue ...
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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