The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... soul should meet- I knew not what , but something sweet . Blest be the little pilot dove ! He had indeed been sent by Love , To guide me to a scene so dear , As Fate allows but seldom here : One of those rare and brilliant hours , Which ...
... soul should meet- I knew not what , but something sweet . Blest be the little pilot dove ! He had indeed been sent by Love , To guide me to a scene so dear , As Fate allows but seldom here : One of those rare and brilliant hours , Which ...
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... soul with soul ! When I drink , the bliss is mine , - There's bliss in every drop of wine ! All other joys that I have known , I've acarcely dared to call my own ; But this the Fates can ne'er destroy , Till Death o'ershadows all my joy ...
... soul with soul ! When I drink , the bliss is mine , - There's bliss in every drop of wine ! All other joys that I have known , I've acarcely dared to call my own ; But this the Fates can ne'er destroy , Till Death o'ershadows all my joy ...
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... soul's intensest care : Their forms , souls , feelings , still to me God's most disturbing mystery ! It was my doom - even from the first , When summon'd with my cherub peers , To witness the young vernal burst Of nature through those ...
... soul's intensest care : Their forms , souls , feelings , still to me God's most disturbing mystery ! It was my doom - even from the first , When summon'd with my cherub peers , To witness the young vernal burst Of nature through those ...
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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