The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 sider |
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... gold possess'd a power . XXXVII . ' T was night , and many a circling bowl XXXVIII . Let us drain the nectar'd bowl XXXIX . How I love the festive boy • Notes 154 TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS , PRE- FACE , etc. 156 . RHYMES ON THE ...
... gold possess'd a power . XXXVII . ' T was night , and many a circling bowl XXXVIII . Let us drain the nectar'd bowl XXXIX . How I love the festive boy • Notes 154 TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS , PRE- FACE , etc. 156 . RHYMES ON THE ...
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... gold , silver , horses , and vestments , by their flattering songs . I have known some princes who have bestowed on these minstrels of the De- vil , at the very first word , the most curious gar- ments , beautifully embroidered with ...
... gold , silver , horses , and vestments , by their flattering songs . I have known some princes who have bestowed on these minstrels of the De- vil , at the very first word , the most curious gar- ments , beautifully embroidered with ...
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... gold is really surprising . The air which now seems framed for the sole purpose of giving the highest effect to the refined and elegant ideas contained in the stanzas Sing , sing - music was given , has for years been known only as ...
... gold is really surprising . The air which now seems framed for the sole purpose of giving the highest effect to the refined and elegant ideas contained in the stanzas Sing , sing - music was given , has for years been known only as ...
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... gold ; —the glittering of the gilt pine - apples on the tops of the palankeens ; — ~ the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the ladies of ...
... gold ; —the glittering of the gilt pine - apples on the tops of the palankeens ; — ~ the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the ladies of ...
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... gold- smith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the idol of Jaghernaut . reciting the stories of the east , on whom his royal master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess , that he might ...
... gold- smith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the idol of Jaghernaut . reciting the stories of the east , on whom his royal master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess , that he might ...
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AIR-The Anacreon angels bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero cold creon dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round Sappho seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit Sprite star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought turn'd warm wave weep wild wings words young youth και
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Side 328 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Side 301 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Side 318 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Side 303 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. "Was not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty's all our own.
Side 328 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Side 302 - FAREWELL !— but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
Side 12 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 58 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Side 327 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine.
Side 294 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...