The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... maid In time should be a warrior's bride . And still , whene'er , at Haram hours , I take him cool sherbets and flowers , He tells me , when in playful mood , A hero shall my bridegroom be , Since maids are best in battle woo'd , And ...
... maid In time should be a warrior's bride . And still , whene'er , at Haram hours , I take him cool sherbets and flowers , He tells me , when in playful mood , A hero shall my bridegroom be , Since maids are best in battle woo'd , And ...
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... maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers will fade . The image of love , that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid , Steals from the jasmine flower , that sighs Its soul , like her , in the shade . The hope , in ...
... maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers will fade . The image of love , that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid , Steals from the jasmine flower , that sighs Its soul , like her , in the shade . The hope , in ...
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... maid , with golden hair , With eyes of fire and feet of air , Whose harp around my altar swells The sweetest of a thousand shells ? " ' Twas thus the deity , who treads The arch of heaven , and grandly sheds Day from his eye - lids ...
... maid , with golden hair , With eyes of fire and feet of air , Whose harp around my altar swells The sweetest of a thousand shells ? " ' Twas thus the deity , who treads The arch of heaven , and grandly sheds Day from his eye - lids ...
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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