The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 páginas |
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... Rose of Summer , " Rich and rare were the gems she wore , " " Go where glory waits thee , " sneers are transformed into admiration . Such soul - stirring , soul - melting effusions fully justify the boast of the bard : - Dear harp of my ...
... Rose of Summer , " Rich and rare were the gems she wore , " " Go where glory waits thee , " sneers are transformed into admiration . Such soul - stirring , soul - melting effusions fully justify the boast of the bard : - Dear harp of my ...
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... roses . " was it with Moore . So We noted the first shadow that fell upon his household in the death of his beloved Barbara . Since that day , once , twice , thrice has the insatiate archer plunged that household in gloom ; and now , in ...
... roses . " was it with Moore . So We noted the first shadow that fell upon his household in the death of his beloved Barbara . Since that day , once , twice , thrice has the insatiate archer plunged that household in gloom ; and now , in ...
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... Rose- " The darkness which hung , ' The Ring . A Tale- " The happy day at length , ' Song " Why does azure deck the sky ? " Morality- " Though long at school , " 181 182 184 189 190 The Natal Genius . A Dream- " In witching slumbers ...
... Rose- " The darkness which hung , ' The Ring . A Tale- " The happy day at length , ' Song " Why does azure deck the sky ? " Morality- " Though long at school , " 181 182 184 189 190 The Natal Genius . A Dream- " In witching slumbers ...
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... rose which I give thee , " 290 When midst the gay I meet , 291 “ When twilight dews are falling soft , " 291 Fanny , dearest " Oh ! had I leisure to sigh , ” 292 66 Sigh not thus , oh simple boy , " 293 SA ' Tis Love that murmurs in my ...
... rose which I give thee , " 290 When midst the gay I meet , 291 “ When twilight dews are falling soft , " 291 Fanny , dearest " Oh ! had I leisure to sigh , ” 292 66 Sigh not thus , oh simple boy , " 293 SA ' Tis Love that murmurs in my ...
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... roses , virgin flowers , " XLIV . " Within this goblet , rich and deep , " XLV . " See the young , the rosy Spring , " XLVI . " Tis true , my fading years decline , " XLVII . " When my thirsty soul I steep , " XLVIII . " When Bacchus ...
... roses , virgin flowers , " XLIV . " Within this goblet , rich and deep , " XLV . " See the young , the rosy Spring , " XLVI . " Tis true , my fading years decline , " XLVII . " When my thirsty soul I steep , " XLVIII . " When Bacchus ...
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Anacreon angel Arab Azim beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna Iran Khorassan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth Zelica
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Página 401 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Página 419 - 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. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Página 61 - 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 405 - And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Página 401 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. 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 447 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords...
Página 134 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , * Its temples, and grottos , and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Página 402 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Página 425 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...
Página 64 - Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...