The Poetical Works of Thomas MoorePhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 420 páginas |
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... sounds the Castanet ,. ...... 350 Oft , in the stilly Night ,. .351 Peace be around thee ,. .352 Row gently here , ....... .353 My Harp has one unchanging Theme , .354 Come , chase that starting Tear away , Who ' ll buy my Love - Knots ...
... sounds the Castanet ,. ...... 350 Oft , in the stilly Night ,. .351 Peace be around thee ,. .352 Row gently here , ....... .353 My Harp has one unchanging Theme , .354 Come , chase that starting Tear away , Who ' ll buy my Love - Knots ...
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... the Desert , ..... .405 Sound the loud Timbrel , .406 Long Years have pass'd , ..407 Tell her , oh , tell her , ..... 408 Oh , call it by some better Name ,. ..408 Page , Fancy , ..... To the Flying Fish ,. CONTENTS . 9.
... the Desert , ..... .405 Sound the loud Timbrel , .406 Long Years have pass'd , ..407 Tell her , oh , tell her , ..... 408 Oh , call it by some better Name ,. ..408 Page , Fancy , ..... To the Flying Fish ,. CONTENTS . 9.
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... sounds of dread Fell with'ring on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd ...
... sounds of dread Fell with'ring on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd ...
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... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
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... sound ones too , Seen , heard , attested , ev'ry thing but true . -- Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek One grace of meaning for the things they speak , Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , For truths too heav'nly ...
... sound ones too , Seen , heard , attested , ev'ry thing but true . -- Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek One grace of meaning for the things they speak , Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , For truths too heav'nly ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANACREON Azim Bacchus Bathyllus beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss blood bloom blushing bow'rs bower breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek cold dark dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth Erin ev'n ev'ry eyes fade Fadladeen fair falchion farewell Feramorz fire flame flowers gleam glory glowing gondolier gone green arbor Hafed Haram hath heart Heav'n hope hour Iran Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Love's lute maid minarets moonlight morning mountains ne'er never night nymphs o'er once pass'd Peri pure roses rosy round satrap seem'd shade shed shine Ship ahoy shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit Sprite star sunny sweet sword tears thee There's thine thou thought throne Tow'rds trembling turn'd veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth Zelica
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Página 97 - 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...
Página 333 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh ! no : it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Página 107 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light,— And yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span Th
Página 326 - 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Página 303 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Página 309 - Oh ! where's the slave, so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, * Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine 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...
Página 103 - She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran ; For there's a magic in each tear, Such kindly Spirits weep for man ! Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy...
Página 111 - 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 !
Página 351 - And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 406 - Jehovah has triumph' d — his people are free! Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen; all splendid and brave, 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 triumph'd — his people are free!