The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the AuthorP.F. Collier, 1892 - 552 sider |
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... wing excursive roves , Yet still , from time to time , he loves To light upon earth and find such cheer As brightens our banquet here . No matter how far , how fleet he flies , You've only to light up kind young eyes , Such signal ...
... wing excursive roves , Yet still , from time to time , he loves To light upon earth and find such cheer As brightens our banquet here . No matter how far , how fleet he flies , You've only to light up kind young eyes , Such signal ...
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... So bright a dwelling should be our own , So warranted free from sigh or frown , That angels soon would be coming down , By the week or month to take it . Like those gay flies that wing through air , And 20 MOORE'S WORKS .
... So bright a dwelling should be our own , So warranted free from sigh or frown , That angels soon would be coming down , By the week or month to take it . Like those gay flies that wing through air , And 20 MOORE'S WORKS .
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With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. Like those gay flies that wing through air , And in themselves a lustre bear , A stock of light , still ready there , Whenever they wish to use it ! So , in this world I'd make for thee , Our ...
With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. Like those gay flies that wing through air , And in themselves a lustre bear , A stock of light , still ready there , Whenever they wish to use it ! So , in this world I'd make for thee , Our ...
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... wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ; Yet still in her darkness doth Erin ...
... wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ; Yet still in her darkness doth Erin ...
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... wings , and be off to the west ; But if hearts that feel , and eyes that smile , Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies , We never need leave our own green isle , For sensitive hearts , and for sun - bright eyes . Then remember ...
... wings , and be off to the west ; But if hearts that feel , and eyes that smile , Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies , We never need leave our own green isle , For sensitive hearts , and for sun - bright eyes . Then remember ...
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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...