The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... weep . Weep on , weep on , my pouting vine ! Heaven grant no tears but tears of wine . Weep on ; and , as thy sorrows flow , I'll taste the luxury of woe ! ANACREONTIQUE . FRIEND of my soul ! this goblet sip , " T will chase that ...
... weep . Weep on , weep on , my pouting vine ! Heaven grant no tears but tears of wine . Weep on ; and , as thy sorrows flow , I'll taste the luxury of woe ! ANACREONTIQUE . FRIEND of my soul ! this goblet sip , " T will chase that ...
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... WEEP ON , WEEP ON . AIR - The Song of Sorrow . WEEP on , weep on , your hour is past , Your dreams of pride are o'er ; The fatal chain is round you cast , And you are men no more ! In vain the hero's heart hath bled , The sage's tongue ...
... WEEP ON , WEEP ON . AIR - The Song of Sorrow . WEEP on , weep on , your hour is past , Your dreams of pride are o'er ; The fatal chain is round you cast , And you are men no more ! In vain the hero's heart hath bled , The sage's tongue ...
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... WEEP , weep for him , the man of God- ' In yonder vale he sunk to rest , But none of earth can point the sod2 That flowers above his sacred head . Weep , children of Israel , weep ! His doctrines fell like heaven's rain , 3 His words ...
... WEEP , weep for him , the man of God- ' In yonder vale he sunk to rest , But none of earth can point the sod2 That flowers above his sacred head . Weep , children of Israel , weep ! His doctrines fell like heaven's rain , 3 His words ...
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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