The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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... their felicitous expression , their sweet musical flow , and tender feeling , while flashes of genial wit and b 66 ' humour add to their attractiveness and force . MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . ix "There's not a look, a word of thine,"
... their felicitous expression , their sweet musical flow , and tender feeling , while flashes of genial wit and b 66 ' humour add to their attractiveness and force . MEMOIR OF THOMAS MOORE . ix "There's not a look, a word of thine,"
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... sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go , sleep , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers , Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ! If the pulse of the patriot , soldier , or lover , Has throbb'd at our lay ...
... sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go , sleep , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers , Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ! If the pulse of the patriot , soldier , or lover , Has throbb'd at our lay ...
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... sweet ? " .. 155 Fragment of College Exercises- " Mark those proud , " 156 99 " Is there no call , " . 156 " " On the Birthday of Mrs Song- " Mary , I believed thee true , " To a Lady , with MS . Poems- " When casting many , " To the ...
... sweet ? " .. 155 Fragment of College Exercises- " Mark those proud , " 156 99 " Is there no call , " . 156 " " On the Birthday of Mrs Song- " Mary , I believed thee true , " To a Lady , with MS . Poems- " When casting many , " To the ...
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... sweet music fraught With twice th ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes - brighter than even he E'er beam'd before , but ah ! not bright for thee ; No - dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant From th ' other world , he ...
... sweet music fraught With twice th ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes - brighter than even he E'er beam'd before , but ah ! not bright for thee ; No - dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant From th ' other world , he ...
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... sweet ! -those eyes were made For love , not anger — I must be obey'd . " " Obey'd ! - ' tis well - yes , I deserve it all- On me , on me Heaven's vengeance cannot fall Too heavily - but Azim , brave and true And beautiful - must he be ...
... sweet ! -those eyes were made For love , not anger — I must be obey'd . " " Obey'd ! - ' tis well - yes , I deserve it all- On me , on me Heaven's vengeance cannot fall Too heavily - but Azim , brave and true And beautiful - must he be ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angel Arab Azim Baalbec beam beautiful beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dead Dead-Sea fruits dear death deep Dismal Swamp divine dread dream e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers Gazna gems genii Ghebers glory glow Hafed Haram hath heart heaven holy Holy Valley hope hour hung hyæna Iran Iran's Khorassan Lahore lake Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lover lute lyre maid moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night Nourmahal nymph o'er pass'd Peri pure round satrap seem'd shade shed shine shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tear tell thee thine thou thought throne towers trembling turn'd Twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth Zelica
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Página 439 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Página 421 - 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 25 - 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 447 - To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
Página 415 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Página 400 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...
Página 60 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Página 398 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Página 460 - And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Página 460 - 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 f Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall...