The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... Roses . ' That joyous time , when pleasures pour Profusely round , and in their shower Hearts open , like the Season's Rose , - The flowret of a hundred leaves , 2 Expanding while the dew - fall flows , And every leaf its balm receives ...
... Roses . ' That joyous time , when pleasures pour Profusely round , and in their shower Hearts open , like the Season's Rose , - The flowret of a hundred leaves , 2 Expanding while the dew - fall flows , And every leaf its balm receives ...
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... rose Burn upon my brow of snows ; And let me , while the wild and young Trip the mazy dance along , Fling my heap of years away , And be as wild , as young as they . Hither haste , some cordial soul ! Give my lips the brimming bowl ; Oh ...
... rose Burn upon my brow of snows ; And let me , while the wild and young Trip the mazy dance along , Fling my heap of years away , And be as wild , as young as they . Hither haste , some cordial soul ! Give my lips the brimming bowl ; Oh ...
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Thomas Moore. THE YOUNG ROSE . THE Young rose which I give thee , so dewy and bright , Was the floweret most dear to the sweet bird of night , Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung , And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he ...
Thomas Moore. THE YOUNG ROSE . THE Young rose which I give thee , so dewy and bright , Was the floweret most dear to the sweet bird of night , Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung , And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he ...
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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