The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... lover Ever to become her spouse . Love will never bear enslaving ; Summer garments suit him best : Bliss itself is not worth having , If we're by compulsion blest . THE KISS . Illa nisi in lecto nusquam potuere docer . Ovid . lib . ii ...
... lover Ever to become her spouse . Love will never bear enslaving ; Summer garments suit him best : Bliss itself is not worth having , If we're by compulsion blest . THE KISS . Illa nisi in lecto nusquam potuere docer . Ovid . lib . ii ...
Side 358
... love - knots ! Come buy my love - knots ! Some are labell'd ' Knots to tie men'— ' Love the maker'- ' Bought of Hymen . ' " Scarce their bargains were completed , When the nymphs all cried , " We're cheated ! See these flowers - they ...
... love - knots ! Come buy my love - knots ! Some are labell'd ' Knots to tie men'— ' Love the maker'- ' Bought of Hymen . ' " Scarce their bargains were completed , When the nymphs all cried , " We're cheated ! See these flowers - they ...
Side 370
... lover ? Dear Fanny ! dear Fanny ! Oh ! why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said " No " to a lover , dear Fanny ? CEASE , OH CEASE TO TEMPT ! CEASE , oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love ! It never , never can So wild a ...
... lover ? Dear Fanny ! dear Fanny ! Oh ! why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said " No " to a lover , dear Fanny ? CEASE , OH CEASE TO TEMPT ! CEASE , oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love ! It never , never can So wild a ...
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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