The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... Spirit . " - Morse . race , the bat - game , etc. while the old and the women sat 6 The islands of Lake Erie are surrounded to a consider in groups under the surrounding trees , and the picture alto - able distance by a large pond ...
... Spirit . " - Morse . race , the bat - game , etc. while the old and the women sat 6 The islands of Lake Erie are surrounded to a consider in groups under the surrounding trees , and the picture alto - able distance by a large pond ...
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Thomas Moore. And I forgot my home , my birth , Profaned my spirit , sunk my brow , And revell'd in gross joys of earth , Till I became - what I am now ! The Spirit bow'd his head in shame ; A shame that of itself would tell- Were there ...
Thomas Moore. And I forgot my home , my birth , Profaned my spirit , sunk my brow , And revell'd in gross joys of earth , Till I became - what I am now ! The Spirit bow'd his head in shame ; A shame that of itself would tell- Were there ...
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... spirit forced to dwell In form unlovely , ) was set free , And round the neck of woman threw A light it lent and borrow'd too . For never did this maid - whate'er The ambition of the hour - forget Her sex's pride in being fair , Nor ...
... spirit forced to dwell In form unlovely , ) was set free , And round the neck of woman threw A light it lent and borrow'd too . For never did this maid - whate'er The ambition of the hour - forget Her sex's pride in being fair , Nor ...
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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