The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 sider |
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... there's life in It is not the tear at this moment shed ib . this heart ' Tis believed that this harp , which I wake Wreathe the bowl now ib . Whene'er I see those smiling eyes No. IV . Advertisement 296 If thou it be mine , the ...
... there's life in It is not the tear at this moment shed ib . this heart ' Tis believed that this harp , which I wake Wreathe the bowl now ib . Whene'er I see those smiling eyes No. IV . Advertisement 296 If thou it be mine , the ...
Side vi
... there all that an Irishman ought to feel , whom Irishmen like you have se- lected for such a distinction . — Were my merits a hundred times beyond what the partiality of the noble chairman has invested me with , this mo- ment , this ...
... there all that an Irishman ought to feel , whom Irishmen like you have se- lected for such a distinction . — Were my merits a hundred times beyond what the partiality of the noble chairman has invested me with , this mo- ment , this ...
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... there ; his energy , his burning the request of Messrs Galignani , he sat for his words , his intense passion , that disposition of fine portrait , which was most ably executed by F. fancy to wander only among the ruins of the Sieurac ...
... there ; his energy , his burning the request of Messrs Galignani , he sat for his words , his intense passion , that disposition of fine portrait , which was most ably executed by F. fancy to wander only among the ruins of the Sieurac ...
Side vi
... there are others who might more justly have laid claim to it - I allude to the translator of Oberon ( Mr Sotheby ) , whose genius instructed , enlightened , and delighted the world , long ere a lay of mine appeared before the public . I ...
... there are others who might more justly have laid claim to it - I allude to the translator of Oberon ( Mr Sotheby ) , whose genius instructed , enlightened , and delighted the world , long ere a lay of mine appeared before the public . I ...
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... there is little merit in any of the Nor are the barbaric ornaments thinly scat- tered to make up a show . They are showered lavishly over the whole work ; and form , perhaps , too much the staple of the poetry , and the riches of that ...
... there is little merit in any of the Nor are the barbaric ornaments thinly scat- tered to make up a show . They are showered lavishly over the whole work ; and form , perhaps , too much the staple of the poetry , and the riches of that ...
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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...