The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... look gay , Look wild , look - any thing but sad ; —yet stay- One moment more from what this night hath pass'd , I see that thou know'st me , know'st me well at last . Ha ! ha ! and so , fond thing , thou thought'st all true , And that I ...
... look gay , Look wild , look - any thing but sad ; —yet stay- One moment more from what this night hath pass'd , I see that thou know'st me , know'st me well at last . Ha ! ha ! and so , fond thing , thou thought'st all true , And that I ...
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... look More spirit - like , as they might seem Through the dim shadowing of a dream Pausing in wonder I look'd on , While , playfully around her breaking The waters , that like diamonds shone , She mov'd in light of her own making . At ...
... look More spirit - like , as they might seem Through the dim shadowing of a dream Pausing in wonder I look'd on , While , playfully around her breaking The waters , that like diamonds shone , She mov'd in light of her own making . At ...
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... look up to mine Without a dread , a thought of harm ! To meet but once the thrilling touch Of lips that are too fond to fear me- Or , if that boon be all too much , Even thus to bring their fragrance near me ! Nay , shrink not so - a look ...
... look up to mine Without a dread , a thought of harm ! To meet but once the thrilling touch Of lips that are too fond to fear me- Or , if that boon be all too much , Even thus to bring their fragrance near me ! Nay , shrink not so - a look ...
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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