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... Sweet May , sweet May , shine thou for me ! For still , when thy earliest beams arise , 1 Paul Zeland mentions that there is a mountain in some part of Ireland , where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands walk about and ...
... Sweet May , sweet May , shine thou for me ! For still , when thy earliest beams arise , 1 Paul Zeland mentions that there is a mountain in some part of Ireland , where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands walk about and ...
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... sweet accents that still enthral me , Thou saidst , " Ah ! wherefore thy life thus call me ? Thy soul , thy soul's the name that I love best ; For life soon passes , but how blest to be That soul which never , never parts from thee ...
... sweet accents that still enthral me , Thou saidst , " Ah ! wherefore thy life thus call me ? Thy soul , thy soul's the name that I love best ; For life soon passes , but how blest to be That soul which never , never parts from thee ...
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... sweet as that worst pain . WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER . Sicilian Air . WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve , When love was new and hope was bright , Ere I could doubt or thou deceive- Oh ! then ...
... sweet as that worst pain . WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER . Sicilian Air . WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve , When love was new and hope was bright , Ere I could doubt or thou deceive- Oh ! then ...
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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