The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... heart will cherish , To its absent idol true , While around him myriads perish , Glory still will sigh for you ! Το 1801 . To be the theme of every hour The heart devotes to fancy's power , When her soft magic fills the mind With ...
... heart will cherish , To its absent idol true , While around him myriads perish , Glory still will sigh for you ! Το 1801 . To be the theme of every hour The heart devotes to fancy's power , When her soft magic fills the mind With ...
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... heart's impassioned care ? — Perhaps , oh , sylph ! perhaps ' t is love ! NONSENSE . GOOD reader ! if you e'er have seen , When Phoebus hastens to his pillow , The mermaids , with their tresses green , Dancing upon the western billow ...
... heart's impassioned care ? — Perhaps , oh , sylph ! perhaps ' t is love ! NONSENSE . GOOD reader ! if you e'er have seen , When Phoebus hastens to his pillow , The mermaids , with their tresses green , Dancing upon the western billow ...
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... HEART ! POOR wounded heart ! Poor wounded heart , farewell ! Thy hour is come , Thy hour of rest is come ; Thou soon wilt reach thy home , Poor wounded heart , farewell ! The pain thou ' It feel in breaking Less bitter far will be ...
... HEART ! POOR wounded heart ! Poor wounded heart , farewell ! Thy hour is come , Thy hour of rest is come ; Thou soon wilt reach thy home , Poor wounded heart , farewell ! The pain thou ' It feel in breaking Less bitter far will be ...
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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