The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the AuthorP.F. Collier, 1892 - 552 sider |
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Side vii
... beneath its Mother's eyes , 402 When the Balaika , . 488 · March ! nor heed those arms that hold thee , 493 No Life is like the Mountaineer's , 489 Thon art not Dead ! 494 ̧ PAGE PAQ Raise the Buckler - poise the Lance ,. CONTENTS . vii.
... beneath its Mother's eyes , 402 When the Balaika , . 488 · March ! nor heed those arms that hold thee , 493 No Life is like the Mountaineer's , 489 Thon art not Dead ! 494 ̧ PAGE PAQ Raise the Buckler - poise the Lance ,. CONTENTS . vii.
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... beneath the moonlight's star , Of horn , or lute , or soft guitar , The songs repeat . " Tis when the sigh , in youth sincere , And only then , — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear , Is by that one , that only dear , Breath'd back ...
... beneath the moonlight's star , Of horn , or lute , or soft guitar , The songs repeat . " Tis when the sigh , in youth sincere , And only then , — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear , Is by that one , that only dear , Breath'd back ...
Side 34
... beneath him shining ; Thus shall memory often , in dreams sublime , Catch a glimpse of the days that are over ; Thus , sighing , look through the waves of time For the long faded glories they cover . ' TWAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS . " TWAS ...
... beneath him shining ; Thus shall memory often , in dreams sublime , Catch a glimpse of the days that are over ; Thus , sighing , look through the waves of time For the long faded glories they cover . ' TWAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS . " TWAS ...
Side 53
... , The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain ! OH ! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR IRISH MELODIES . 58 Oh, could we do with this World of ours, 20 Sublime was the Warning,
... , The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain ! OH ! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR IRISH MELODIES . 58 Oh, could we do with this World of ours, 20 Sublime was the Warning,
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... beneath them slowly ? What soul , whose wrongs degrade it , Would wait till time decay'd it , When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell , Erin , -farewell , all , Who live to weep our fall ! Less ...
... beneath them slowly ? What soul , whose wrongs degrade it , Would wait till time decay'd it , When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell , Erin , -farewell , all , Who live to weep our fall ! Less ...
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Anacreon ARRANMORE bard beam beautiful beneath blest bliss bloom bow'rs bower breath bright bright eyes brow Cashmere charm cheek clouds cold dark dear death deep dream e'er earth Erin ev'n ev'ry eyes fade FADLADEEN fair falchion farewell feel flame flowers gleam glory glow gone Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour hung isle LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd Lord Moira lov'd Love's lover lute maid moonlight Moore morning mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er once pass'd pure rose round seem'd shade shed shine shone shore sigh sing sleep Sleeping in light smile song sorrow soul sound sparkling spirit Sprite star sunny sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee There's thine thou art Thou'lt thought tow'rds turn'd Twas Twill voice wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth
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Side 232 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Side 80 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise* Now feel that pulse no more.
Side 110 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Side 313 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 30 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee ! With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for...
Side 12 - 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 loved ne'er...
Side 319 - A breath, a touch like this hath shaken. And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said ; Till fast declining one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 472 - Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 21 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 201 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, \ ".> An essence that breathes of it many a year...