The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Zväzok 3Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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Strana viii
... faith , Walter , " said he , " this old big - wig seems to have taken things as coolly as my tyrannical self . Don't you remember Tom Moore's description of me at breakfast ? The table spread with tea and toast , Death - warrants , and ...
... faith , Walter , " said he , " this old big - wig seems to have taken things as coolly as my tyrannical self . Don't you remember Tom Moore's description of me at breakfast ? The table spread with tea and toast , Death - warrants , and ...
Strana 45
... faith , but a collection of opinions which have been promulgated by fallible men , and from many of which they feel themselves justified in dissenting , — while so much liberty of retractation is allowed to Protestants upon their own ...
... faith , but a collection of opinions which have been promulgated by fallible men , and from many of which they feel themselves justified in dissenting , — while so much liberty of retractation is allowed to Protestants upon their own ...
Strana 46
... faith and morals are no more regulated by the absurd decrees of old councils and popes , than their science is influenced by the papal anathema against that Irishman who first found out the Antipodes , is it not strange that so many ...
... faith and morals are no more regulated by the absurd decrees of old councils and popes , than their science is influenced by the papal anathema against that Irishman who first found out the Antipodes , is it not strange that so many ...
Strana 47
... faith like this , Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway , And in a convert mourns to lose a prey ; 66 * In a singular work , written by one Franciscus Collius , upon the Souls of the Pagans , " the author discusses , with much ...
... faith like this , Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway , And in a convert mourns to lose a prey ; 66 * In a singular work , written by one Franciscus Collius , upon the Souls of the Pagans , " the author discusses , with much ...
Strana 49
... shall beg leave to oppose the following extract from a letter of old Roger Ascham ( the tutor of Queen Elizabeth ) , which is preserved among the -- - But no far other faith , far milder beams Of III . E A SATIRE . 49.
... shall beg leave to oppose the following extract from a letter of old Roger Ascham ( the tutor of Queen Elizabeth ) , which is preserved among the -- - But no far other faith , far milder beams Of III . E A SATIRE . 49.
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Strana 242 - 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.
Strana 241 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 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.
Strana 229 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Strana 299 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strana 239 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm — For though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle.
Strana 327 - Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, " I wish he were here ! " Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Strana 232 - Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh ! stay, — oh ! stay,— Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night that oh ! 'tis pain To break its links so soon.
Strana 71 - The particular bulk, number, figure, and motion of the parts of fire or snow are really in them, — whether any one's senses perceive them or no: and therefore they may be called real qualities, because they really exist in those bodies.
Strana 319 - Then awake ! the heavens look bright, my dear! Tis never too late for delight, my dear ! , And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love ! But the sage, his starwatch keeping, love : And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love...