The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... nature and education . Yet his style is condemned as tinsel and artificial , whereas the great praise bestowed on those preferred to it is , that they are the only true natural . - Now if it requires study and progressive taste to ...
... nature and education . Yet his style is condemned as tinsel and artificial , whereas the great praise bestowed on those preferred to it is , that they are the only true natural . - Now if it requires study and progressive taste to ...
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... Nature's kingdom ours , Some Davy's magic touch the dream unsettles , And turns at once our alkalis to metals ! Or , should we roam , in metaphysic maze , Through fair - built theories of former days , Some Dr - mm - d2 from the north ...
... Nature's kingdom ours , Some Davy's magic touch the dream unsettles , And turns at once our alkalis to metals ! Or , should we roam , in metaphysic maze , Through fair - built theories of former days , Some Dr - mm - d2 from the north ...
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... Nature's laws , Where justice flies the herald of our way , And truth's pure beams upon the banners play ? Yes , there's a call , sweet as an angel's breath To slumbering babes , or innocence in death ; And urgent as the tongue of ...
... Nature's laws , Where justice flies the herald of our way , And truth's pure beams upon the banners play ? Yes , there's a call , sweet as an angel's breath To slumbering babes , or innocence in death ; And urgent as the tongue of ...
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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