The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 páginas |
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... delight the beholder with that brilliant colouring which I should have in vain attempted to produce . Nationality has been steadily kept in view in this volume , and I have , therefore , dwelt with especial interest on those portions of ...
... delight the beholder with that brilliant colouring which I should have in vain attempted to produce . Nationality has been steadily kept in view in this volume , and I have , therefore , dwelt with especial interest on those portions of ...
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... delighted to present to the reader those scathing passages in his writings in which he lashes with unsparing hand the misgovernment of his native land . I have also drawn MoORE as a Catholic , and this through no sectarian feeling , nor ...
... delighted to present to the reader those scathing passages in his writings in which he lashes with unsparing hand the misgovernment of his native land . I have also drawn MoORE as a Catholic , and this through no sectarian feeling , nor ...
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... delighted in private theatricals , " Master Moore , " whom he termed his " show " actor , had frequent oppor- tunities of displaying his abilities . At the early age of ten years Moore delivered an epilogue , en- titled " A Squeeze at ...
... delighted in private theatricals , " Master Moore , " whom he termed his " show " actor , had frequent oppor- tunities of displaying his abilities . At the early age of ten years Moore delivered an epilogue , en- titled " A Squeeze at ...
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... delight'st to rest Upon the wild wood's leafy tops , To drink the dew that morning drops ; And chirp thy song with such a glee , That happiest kings may envy thee . Whatever decks the velvet field , Whate'er the circling seasons yield ...
... delight'st to rest Upon the wild wood's leafy tops , To drink the dew that morning drops ; And chirp thy song with such a glee , That happiest kings may envy thee . Whatever decks the velvet field , Whate'er the circling seasons yield ...
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... delighted Moore , and in his poetical descriptions of Bermuda -pronounced by Basil Hall to be strikingly accu- rate he has left some of his most exquisite lines . He soon , however , grew tired of the social dulness of official life in ...
... delighted Moore , and in his poetical descriptions of Bermuda -pronounced by Basil Hall to be strikingly accu- rate he has left some of his most exquisite lines . He soon , however , grew tired of the social dulness of official life in ...
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admiration ancient appeared applause bard beautiful bright Byron called Catholic cause character cheers continued course dark dear delight distinguished Dublin early eloquence expressed eyes fame father feeling felt freedom gave genius give glory hand happy harp hear heart honour hope hour interest Ireland Irish Italy kind land language learned letter light living look Lord loud manner meeting melodies memory mind Moore Moore's native nature never night noble o'er object occasion once opinion party passages passed patriot period person pleasure poems poet political present produced received respect scene seemed seen song soul speak spirit sweet talent thanks thee thought tion took tribute true turn voice volume whole write wrote young
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Página 52 - 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.
Página 58 - 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.
Página 43 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Página 43 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 60 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Página 52 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Página 42 - Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...
Página 53 - How vain was their boasting! — the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave? Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free!
Página 60 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Página 44 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...