The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... wild he toss'd His desperate hand tow'rds heav'n- " though I am lost , Think not that guilt , that falsehood made me fall ; No , no - ' twas grief , ' twas madness did it all ! A flood of headlong fate between our souls , Whose darkness ...
... wild he toss'd His desperate hand tow'rds heav'n- " though I am lost , Think not that guilt , that falsehood made me fall ; No , no - ' twas grief , ' twas madness did it all ! A flood of headlong fate between our souls , Whose darkness ...
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... wild delight , " I will - I will be mad to - night ! " Alcmæon once , as legends tell , Was frenzied by the fiends of hell ; Orestes too , with naked tread , Frantic paced the mountain head ; And why ? -a murder'd mother's shade Before ...
... wild delight , " I will - I will be mad to - night ! " Alcmæon once , as legends tell , Was frenzied by the fiends of hell ; Orestes too , with naked tread , Frantic paced the mountain head ; And why ? -a murder'd mother's shade Before ...
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... wild ; To Love , the babe of Cyprian bowers , The boy , who breathes and blushes flowers ' To Love , for heaven and earth adore him , And gods and mortals bow before him ! ODE LXII . ' FILL me , boy , as deep a draught As e'er was ...
... wild ; To Love , the babe of Cyprian bowers , The boy , who breathes and blushes flowers ' To Love , for heaven and earth adore him , And gods and mortals bow before him ! ODE LXII . ' FILL me , boy , as deep a draught As e'er was ...
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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