The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 76
Página 17
... o'er the brow of snow , Let her forehead beam to light , Burnished as the ivory bright . Let her eyebrows sweetly rise In jetty arches o'er her eyes , Gently in a crescent gliding , Just commingling , just dividing . But hast thou any ...
... o'er the brow of snow , Let her forehead beam to light , Burnished as the ivory bright . Let her eyebrows sweetly rise In jetty arches o'er her eyes , Gently in a crescent gliding , Just commingling , just dividing . But hast thou any ...
Página 29
... o'er and Him , that the snowy Queen of Charms | To. ODE XXXVI.1 IF hoarded gold possessed a power To lengthen life's too fleeting hour , And purchase from the hand of death A little span , a moment's breath , How I would love the ...
... o'er and Him , that the snowy Queen of Charms | To. ODE XXXVI.1 IF hoarded gold possessed a power To lengthen life's too fleeting hour , And purchase from the hand of death A little span , a moment's breath , How I would love the ...
Página 30
... o'er ? No , no , the walk of life is dark , " Tis wine alone can strike a spark !! Then let me quaff the foamy tide , And through the dance meandering glide ; Let me imbibe the spicy breath Of odours chafed to fragrant death : Or from ...
... o'er ? No , no , the walk of life is dark , " Tis wine alone can strike a spark !! Then let me quaff the foamy tide , And through the dance meandering glide ; Let me imbibe the spicy breath Of odours chafed to fragrant death : Or from ...
Página 31
... o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine , Ready to fall in tears of wine ; And with the maid whose every sigh Is love and bliss , entranced to lie Where the embowering branches meet- Oh ! is not this divinely ...
... o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine , Ready to fall in tears of wine ; And with the maid whose every sigh Is love and bliss , entranced to lie Where the embowering branches meet- Oh ! is not this divinely ...
Página 118
... o'er the waters lie , That every languid bark appears To float along a burning sky ! Oh ! for the boat the angel gave To him , who in his heavenward flight , Sailed , o'er the Sun's ethereal wave , To planet - isles of odorous light ...
... o'er the waters lie , That every languid bark appears To float along a burning sky ! Oh ! for the boat the angel gave To him , who in his heavenward flight , Sailed , o'er the Sun's ethereal wave , To planet - isles of odorous light ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Explanatory Notes, Etc. ... Thomas Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 1908 |
Términos y frases comunes
Anacreon angels Bacchus bard beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath bright bright eyes brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram eyes fair fancy farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poet pure Quadrille rill rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sung sunny sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas twill Twixt wandering warm wave weep Whigs wild wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 382 - 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...
Página 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Página 195 - 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 ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Página 201 - 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 201 - 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 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 217 - 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...
Página 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.