The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... morning , to balance the bliss Of an eel matelote and a bisque d'ecrevisses— I've a morning at home to myself , and sit down To describe you our heavenly trip out of town . How agog you must be for this letter , iny dear ! Lady JANE ...
... morning , to balance the bliss Of an eel matelote and a bisque d'ecrevisses— I've a morning at home to myself , and sit down To describe you our heavenly trip out of town . How agog you must be for this letter , iny dear ! Lady JANE ...
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... morning ebbs from us , And leaves us , at eve , on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of Morning , Her ...
... morning ebbs from us , And leaves us , at eve , on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of Morning , Her ...
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... morning , between them . 1 OH , YE DEAD . AIR - Plough Tune . Oн , ye dead ! oh , ye dead ! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes , though you move like men who live , Why leave ye thus your graves , In far off ...
... morning , between them . 1 OH , YE DEAD . AIR - Plough Tune . Oн , ye dead ! oh , ye dead ! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes , though you move like men who live , Why leave ye thus your graves , In far off ...
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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