The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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Side 104
... shed , The smile we caught from eye to eye Told us those moments were not fled ; Oh no ! we felt some future sun Should see us still more closely one ! Thus may we ever , side by side , From happy years to happier glide ; And , still ...
... shed , The smile we caught from eye to eye Told us those moments were not fled ; Oh no ! we felt some future sun Should see us still more closely one ! Thus may we ever , side by side , From happy years to happier glide ; And , still ...
Side 109
... shed ! Have I not kiss'd those lids of snow ? Yet still , my love , like founts they flow , Bathing our cheeks , whene'er they meet → Why is it thus ? do , tell me , Sweet ! Ah , LAIS ! are my bodings right ? Am I to lose you ? is to ...
... shed ! Have I not kiss'd those lids of snow ? Yet still , my love , like founts they flow , Bathing our cheeks , whene'er they meet → Why is it thus ? do , tell me , Sweet ! Ah , LAIS ! are my bodings right ? Am I to lose you ? is to ...
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... Sheds its tears , and withers there . ] There are some beautiful lines , by Angeriamus , upon a garland , which I ... shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , " Uncouth is this moss- cover'd grotto of stone , " there is an idea very ...
... Sheds its tears , and withers there . ] There are some beautiful lines , by Angeriamus , upon a garland , which I ... shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , " Uncouth is this moss- cover'd grotto of stone , " there is an idea very ...
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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