The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... live upon the burning galaxy ! 4 ΤΟ THE world had just begun to steal Each hope that led me lightly on , I felt not , as I us'd to feel , And life grew dark and love was gone ' No eye to mingle sorrow's tear , No lip to mingle ...
... live upon the burning galaxy ! 4 ΤΟ THE world had just begun to steal Each hope that led me lightly on , I felt not , as I us'd to feel , And life grew dark and love was gone ' No eye to mingle sorrow's tear , No lip to mingle ...
Side 281
... live for only me ! Beam , yet beam that killing eve , Bid me expire in luscious pain ; But kiss me , kiss me while I die , And , oh ! I live again ! Still , my love ! with looking kill , And , oh ! revive with kisses still ! THE TEAR ...
... live for only me ! Beam , yet beam that killing eve , Bid me expire in luscious pain ; But kiss me , kiss me while I die , And , oh ! I live again ! Still , my love ! with looking kill , And , oh ! revive with kisses still ! THE TEAR ...
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... live on Was it for this we sent out Liberty's cry from our shore ? Was it for this that her shout Thrill'd to the world's very core ? Thus to live cowards and slaves , Oh ! ye free hearts that lie dead ! Do you not , e'en in your graves ...
... live on Was it for this we sent out Liberty's cry from our shore ? Was it for this that her shout Thrill'd to the world's very core ? Thus to live cowards and slaves , Oh ! ye free hearts that lie dead ! Do you not , e'en in your graves ...
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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