The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... hour when daylight dies ib . Take back the virgin page 281 When in death I shall calm recline 320 • • ib . How oft has the Benshee cried Song · ib . We may roam through this world To The tear To Julia weeping Song ib . Oh ! weep for the ...
... hour when daylight dies ib . Take back the virgin page 281 When in death I shall calm recline 320 • • ib . How oft has the Benshee cried Song · ib . We may roam through this world To The tear To Julia weeping Song ib . Oh ! weep for the ...
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... hour I began it Oh for the swords of former time No. VIII . · Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us Sail on , sail on , thou fearless bark Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely resembling 344 Drink of this cup - you'll find there's a spell ...
... hour I began it Oh for the swords of former time No. VIII . · Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us Sail on , sail on , thou fearless bark Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely resembling 344 Drink of this cup - you'll find there's a spell ...
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... hours as this I ne'er was given , So dear to friendship , so dear to blisses ; Young Love himself looks down from heaven , To smile on such a day as this is ! Then , oh my friends , this hour improve , Let's feel as if we ne'er could ...
... hours as this I ne'er was given , So dear to friendship , so dear to blisses ; Young Love himself looks down from heaven , To smile on such a day as this is ! Then , oh my friends , this hour improve , Let's feel as if we ne'er could ...
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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