The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 sider |
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... young lady so mad is , Or any young ladies can so go astray , As to marry old Dandies that might be their daddies , The stars ' are in fault , my Lord ST - W - RT , not they ! ST - W - RT FOR THE CONTINENT . pinions ! The One , the best ...
... young lady so mad is , Or any young ladies can so go astray , As to marry old Dandies that might be their daddies , The stars ' are in fault , my Lord ST - W - RT , not they ! ST - W - RT FOR THE CONTINENT . pinions ! The One , the best ...
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... YOUNG DAYS SHADED ? AIR - Sly Patrick . HAS sorrow thy young days shaded , As clouds o'er the morning fleet ? Too fast have those young days faded , That , even in sorrow , were sweet ? Does Time with his cold wing wither Each feeling ...
... YOUNG DAYS SHADED ? AIR - Sly Patrick . HAS sorrow thy young days shaded , As clouds o'er the morning fleet ? Too fast have those young days faded , That , even in sorrow , were sweet ? Does Time with his cold wing wither Each feeling ...
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... YOUNG LOVE . OUR first young love resembles That short but brilliant ray , Which smiles , and weeps , and trembles Through April's earliest day . No , no - all life before us , Howe'er its lights may play , Can shed no lustre o'er us ...
... YOUNG LOVE . OUR first young love resembles That short but brilliant ray , Which smiles , and weeps , and trembles Through April's earliest day . No , no - all life before us , Howe'er its lights may play , Can shed no lustre o'er us ...
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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