The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Bind 7D. Appleton, 1853 |
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... Twixt sleep and waking , one by one , With various pericraniums saddled , At last I tried your Lordship's on , And then I grew completely addled- Forgot all other heads , od rot ' em ! And slept , and dreamt that I was - BOTTOM . Aug ...
... Twixt sleep and waking , one by one , With various pericraniums saddled , At last I tried your Lordship's on , And then I grew completely addled- Forgot all other heads , od rot ' em ! And slept , and dreamt that I was - BOTTOM . Aug ...
Side 176
... Twixt TIB and SID goes vastly well ; But there are points in TIв that strike My humble mind as much more like Yourself , my dearest Lord , or him , Of th ' India Board - that soul of whim ! Like him , TIBERIUS lov'd his joke † , E. On ...
... Twixt TIB and SID goes vastly well ; But there are points in TIв that strike My humble mind as much more like Yourself , my dearest Lord , or him , Of th ' India Board - that soul of whim ! Like him , TIBERIUS lov'd his joke † , E. On ...
Side 241
... Twixt Church and State , a truck , a trade- This most ill - match'd , unholy Co. , From whence the ills we witness flow ; The war of many creeds with one- Th ' extremes of too much faith , and none Till , betwixt ancient trash and new ...
... Twixt Church and State , a truck , a trade- This most ill - match'd , unholy Co. , From whence the ills we witness flow ; The war of many creeds with one- Th ' extremes of too much faith , and none Till , betwixt ancient trash and new ...
Side 276
... Twixt death and epics pass'd his time , Scribbling and killing all day long- Like Phoebus in his car , at ease , Now warbling forth a lofty song , Now murdering the young Niobes . There was a hero ' mong the Danes , Who wrote , we're ...
... Twixt death and epics pass'd his time , Scribbling and killing all day long- Like Phoebus in his car , at ease , Now warbling forth a lofty song , Now murdering the young Niobes . There was a hero ' mong the Danes , Who wrote , we're ...
Side 278
... the road- Making a way - bill of my pages , Counting my stanzas by my stages . ' Twixt lays and re - lays no time lost- In short , in two words , writing post . EXTRACT I. Geneva . View of the Lake of Geneva 278 RHYMES ON THE ROAD .
... the road- Making a way - bill of my pages , Counting my stanzas by my stages . ' Twixt lays and re - lays no time lost- In short , in two words , writing post . EXTRACT I. Geneva . View of the Lake of Geneva 278 RHYMES ON THE ROAD .
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Side 22 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 51 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Side 12 - 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 54 - tis by the lapwing found. * But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place ; — Then, fare thee well— I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine...
Side 81 - Was this then the fate," — future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's curse ; When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of a day Be forgotten as fools, or remember'd as worse ; — " Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, " The pride of the palace, the bower and the hall, " The orator, — -dramatist, — minstrel, — who ran " Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all; — " Whose mind was an essence, compounded...
Side 82 - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade...
Side 48 - Come hither, come hither — by night and by day, We linger in pleasures that never are gone ; Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on.
Side 13 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet...
Side 49 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Side 49 - And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,; Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Oh ! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss; And own if there be an Elysinm on earth, It is this, it is this.