The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 strán (strany) |
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Strana 119
... hath ne'er the mystery warmed , Yet Heaven will shed a soothing beam , To bless the bond itself hath formed . But then , that eye , that burning eye ! Oh ! it doth ask , with magic power , If Heaven can ever bless the tie Where Love ...
... hath ne'er the mystery warmed , Yet Heaven will shed a soothing beam , To bless the bond itself hath formed . But then , that eye , that burning eye ! Oh ! it doth ask , with magic power , If Heaven can ever bless the tie Where Love ...
Strana 120
... hath lost its early spring ; Think of the pure bright soul thou art , And - keep the ring , oh ! keep the ring . Enough - now , turn thine eyes again ; What , still that look and still that sigh ! Dost thou not feel my counsel then ? Oh ...
... hath lost its early spring ; Think of the pure bright soul thou art , And - keep the ring , oh ! keep the ring . Enough - now , turn thine eyes again ; What , still that look and still that sigh ! Dost thou not feel my counsel then ? Oh ...
Strana 121
... hath drained life's cup of Nor left one honey - drop to shed pleasure , Round misery's brim . Yes - he can smile serene at death : Kind Heaven ! do thou but chase the weeping Of friends who love him ; Tell them that he lies calmly ...
... hath drained life's cup of Nor left one honey - drop to shed pleasure , Round misery's brim . Yes - he can smile serene at death : Kind Heaven ! do thou but chase the weeping Of friends who love him ; Tell them that he lies calmly ...
Strana 132
... hath passed away ; No - give the universe a soul Attuned to woman's soft control , And Fanny hath the charm , the skill , To wield a universe at will ! THE GRECIAN GIRI'S DREAM OF THE BLESSED ISLAND . TO HER LOVER . όχι τε καλος ...
... hath passed away ; No - give the universe a soul Attuned to woman's soft control , And Fanny hath the charm , the skill , To wield a universe at will ! THE GRECIAN GIRI'S DREAM OF THE BLESSED ISLAND . TO HER LOVER . όχι τε καλος ...
Strana 133
... hath kissed , thy lyre hath sung ) , To that dim mansion of my breast they stole , Where , wreathed in blisses , lay my captive soul . Swift at their touch dissolved the ties that clung So sweetly round her , and aloft she sprung ...
... hath kissed , thy lyre hath sung ) , To that dim mansion of my breast they stole , Where , wreathed in blisses , lay my captive soul . Swift at their touch dissolved the ties that clung So sweetly round her , and aloft she sprung ...
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Strana 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Strana 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 190 - 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 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Strana 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Strana 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Strana 201 - 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.
Strana 171 - 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. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Strana 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.