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... sigh the heart breathes out Is turn'd , as it leaves the lips , to song ! Hither I come , From my fairy home , And if there's a magic in Music's strain , I swear by the breath Of that moonlight wreath , Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet ...
... sigh the heart breathes out Is turn'd , as it leaves the lips , to song ! Hither I come , From my fairy home , And if there's a magic in Music's strain , I swear by the breath Of that moonlight wreath , Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet ...
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... sigh ! ' Mid the crowds of the world and the murmurs of A liquid chord in every wave that flows , An. Perhaps , indifference has not chill'd it , Haply , it yet a throb may give- Yet no - perhaps , a doubt has kill'd it ! Oh , CARA ...
... sigh ! ' Mid the crowds of the world and the murmurs of A liquid chord in every wave that flows , An. Perhaps , indifference has not chill'd it , Haply , it yet a throb may give- Yet no - perhaps , a doubt has kill'd it ! Oh , CARA ...
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... sigh for you ! Το 1801 . To be the theme of every hour The heart devotes to fancy's power , When her soft magic ... sigh , thy lips of art n passion's moment breath'd to me ! Yet , no - it must not , will not part , Tis now the life ...
... sigh for you ! Το 1801 . To be the theme of every hour The heart devotes to fancy's power , When her soft magic ... sigh , thy lips of art n passion's moment breath'd to me ! Yet , no - it must not , will not part , Tis now the life ...
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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