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... thine eyes " 335 " Oh ! breathe not his name " 336 " When he who adores thee " 336 " The Harp that once through Tara's halls " 336 337 66 Come , send round the Wine " " Fly not yet " " Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light ...
... thine eyes " 335 " Oh ! breathe not his name " 336 " When he who adores thee " 336 " The Harp that once through Tara's halls " 336 337 66 Come , send round the Wine " " Fly not yet " " Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light ...
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... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
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... thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
... thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
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... thine Blessed not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night - what ! -is their glory gone ? Come , come - this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
... thine Blessed not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night - what ! -is their glory gone ? Come , come - this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
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... thine repeat- That cup - thou shudderest , Lady , -was it sweet ? That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine , Hath bound thee -- ay - body and soul all mine ; Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst No matter now ...
... thine repeat- That cup - thou shudderest , Lady , -was it sweet ? That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine , Hath bound thee -- ay - body and soul all mine ; Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst No matter now ...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti Thomas Moore Vista completa - 1883 |
The poetical works of Thomas Moore, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti Thomas Moore Vista completa - 1882 |
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Ed. with a Memoir by W.M. Rossetti Thomas Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Acbar Arab beam beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere chain charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth enchanted Wreath Erin eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy feel Feramorz Ferdosi fire flame flowers Gazna gems Genii glance glory glow gold Haram harp hast hath heart Heaven hope hour hung Ireland Irish isle kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look Lord lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pure rose round shade shed shine sigh skies slave sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Tibet trembling Twas twill twine veil wandering warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Página 328 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still...
Página 372 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Página 345 - 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 56 - 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 299 - 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.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Página 57 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Página 27 - 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 373 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Página 591 - With Red Border Lines. 31. The Christian Life. Bible Helps and Counsels for Every Day throughout the Year. With Red Border Lines. 32. The Perfect Life. By WILLIAM E. CHANNING. 33. Sacred Heroes and Martyrs. By JT HEADLEY. Revised and Edited by JW KIRTON, LL.D., Author of
Página 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.