The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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Side 52
... turn to me , my own love , turn , Before like thee I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips , and share The last pure life that lingers there ! " She fails - she sinks - as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern - damp , So ...
... turn to me , my own love , turn , Before like thee I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips , and share The last pure life that lingers there ! " She fails - she sinks - as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern - damp , So ...
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... turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before . Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began A tear or two had dropp'd from ...
... turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before . Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began A tear or two had dropp'd from ...
Side 266
... Turn to Myrilla , turn thine eye , Breathe to Myrilla , breathe thy sigh ! To those bewitching beauties turn ; For thee they mantle , flush , and burn ! Not more the rose , the queen of flowers , Outblushes all the glow of bowers , Than ...
... Turn to Myrilla , turn thine eye , Breathe to Myrilla , breathe thy sigh ! To those bewitching beauties turn ; For thee they mantle , flush , and burn ! Not more the rose , the queen of flowers , Outblushes all the glow of bowers , Than ...
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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