The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the AuthorP.F. Collier, 1879 - 552 sider |
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Side 13
... And said , “ No chains shall sully thee , 66 " Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free , They shall never sound in slavery . " Lesbia wears a robe of gold , But all so. 12 MOORE'S WORKS .
... And said , “ No chains shall sully thee , 66 " Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free , They shall never sound in slavery . " Lesbia wears a robe of gold , But all so. 12 MOORE'S WORKS .
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... pure love burn'd , Till shame into glory , till fear into zeal was turn'd ; Yes , slave as I was , in thy arms my spirit felt free , And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee . Thy rival was honour'd , while thou wert ...
... pure love burn'd , Till shame into glory , till fear into zeal was turn'd ; Yes , slave as I was , in thy arms my spirit felt free , And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee . Thy rival was honour'd , while thou wert ...
Side 30
... pure smiles from thee at home . Thus when the amp that lighted The traveller at first goes out , He feels awhile benighted , And looks round in fear and doubt . But soon , the prospect clearing , By cloudless starlight on he treads ...
... pure smiles from thee at home . Thus when the amp that lighted The traveller at first goes out , He feels awhile benighted , And looks round in fear and doubt . But soon , the prospect clearing , By cloudless starlight on he treads ...
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... pure light its dawning delay . When will that day - star , mildly springing , Warm our isle with peace and love ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit to the fields above ? IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED ...
... pure light its dawning delay . When will that day - star , mildly springing , Warm our isle with peace and love ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit to the fields above ? IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED ...
Side 54
... pure as the clime , We should love , as they lov'd in the first golden time ; The glow of the sunshine , the balm of the air , Would steal to our hearts , and make all summer there . With affection as free From decline as the bowers ...
... pure as the clime , We should love , as they lov'd in the first golden time ; The glow of the sunshine , the balm of the air , Would steal to our hearts , and make all summer there . With affection as free From decline as the bowers ...
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Anacreon ARRANMORE bard beam beautiful beneath blest bliss bloom bow'r bower breath breeze bright bright eyes brow charm children of Israel clouds cold Cupids dark dear death deep Dismal Swamp dream e'er earth Elysium ev'n ev'ry eyes fade fair falchion farewell feel flame flowers glory glow gone Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour hung isle LALLA LALLA ROOKH life's light lips look look'd Lord Moira lov'd Love's lover lute maid moonlight Moore morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd pure rose round seem'd shade shed shine shone shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound sparkling spirit Sprite star sunny sweet tears thee There's thine thou art Thou'lt thought turn'd Twas Twill voice wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth