The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Zväzok 3Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... the Letters from the Dowager Countess of Corke , and from Messrs . Lackington and Co. * - of Twopenny Post - Bag , p . 128. I avail myself of the men- which I myself had not the slightest notion till I THE THIRD VOLUME . xiii.
... the Letters from the Dowager Countess of Corke , and from Messrs . Lackington and Co. * - of Twopenny Post - Bag , p . 128. I avail myself of the men- which I myself had not the slightest notion till I THE THIRD VOLUME . xiii.
Strana xiv
Thomas Moore. which I myself had not the slightest notion till I found it thus alluded to in Mr. Lockhart's Life of Sir Walter Scott . In speaking of the causes which were supposed to have contributed to the comparative failure of the ...
Thomas Moore. which I myself had not the slightest notion till I found it thus alluded to in Mr. Lockhart's Life of Sir Walter Scott . In speaking of the causes which were supposed to have contributed to the comparative failure of the ...
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... - ment opposed to its progress have all been gra- dually removed during the whiggish reigns that succeeded ; till at length this spirit of influence has become the vital principle of the state , - 6 CORRUPTION , AND INTOLERANCE .
... - ment opposed to its progress have all been gra- dually removed during the whiggish reigns that succeeded ; till at length this spirit of influence has become the vital principle of the state , - 6 CORRUPTION , AND INTOLERANCE .
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... till , patch'd and painted o'er With fleurs - de - lys , it shone and scourged once more . ' Twas then , my friend , thy kneeling nation quaff'd Long , long and deep , the churchman's opiate draught Of passive , prone obedience then ...
... till , patch'd and painted o'er With fleurs - de - lys , it shone and scourged once more . ' Twas then , my friend , thy kneeling nation quaff'd Long , long and deep , the churchman's opiate draught Of passive , prone obedience then ...
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... till the policy of Henry VII . , and his successor reduced their weight by breaking up the feudal system of property ; that the power of the Crown became then supreme and absolute , till the bold encroachments of the Commons subverted ...
... till the policy of Henry VII . , and his successor reduced their weight by breaking up the feudal system of property ; that the power of the Crown became then supreme and absolute , till the bold encroachments of the Commons subverted ...
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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...