The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... sound for sound , Was caught up by another lute , And so divinely breath'd around , That all stood hush'd and wondering , And turn'd and look'd into the air , As if they thought to see the wing Of ISRAFIL , the Angel , there ; - So ...
... sound for sound , Was caught up by another lute , And so divinely breath'd around , That all stood hush'd and wondering , And turn'd and look'd into the air , As if they thought to see the wing Of ISRAFIL , the Angel , there ; - So ...
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... sound , As from a lute , that just had found Some happy theme , and murmur'd round The new - born fancy - with fond tone , Like that of ring - dove o'er her brood- Scarce thinking aught so sweet its own ! Till soon a voice that match'd ...
... sound , As from a lute , that just had found Some happy theme , and murmur'd round The new - born fancy - with fond tone , Like that of ring - dove o'er her brood- Scarce thinking aught so sweet its own ! Till soon a voice that match'd ...
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... sound of her marriage - bells seem- ed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death . During her last delirium she sung several hymns , in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual , and among them were some from the present ...
... sound of her marriage - bells seem- ed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death . During her last delirium she sung several hymns , in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual , and among them were some from the present ...
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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