The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 strán (strany) |
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... Lines , written in a Storm at Sea Odes to Nea A Dream of Antiquity ' Well - peace to thy heart , though another's it be 120 . 121 Lines , Written at the Cohos , or Falls of the Mohawk River Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods 165 To ...
... Lines , written in a Storm at Sea Odes to Nea A Dream of Antiquity ' Well - peace to thy heart , though another's it be 120 . 121 Lines , Written at the Cohos , or Falls of the Mohawk River Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods 165 To ...
Strana ix
... Lines on the Death of Mr. P - r - i- 612 Corn and Catholics 613 The Periwinkles and the Locusts 614 A Case of Libel . 615 Literary Advertisement 616 The Slave 617 v - 1 . ' I never give a kiss , ' says Prue 618 570 " Lines on the Death ...
... Lines on the Death of Mr. P - r - i- 612 Corn and Catholics 613 The Periwinkles and the Locusts 614 A Case of Libel . 615 Literary Advertisement 616 The Slave 617 v - 1 . ' I never give a kiss , ' says Prue 618 570 " Lines on the Death ...
Strana 11
... lines , not inserted accurately in any of the editions : Ποιησον αμπελους μοι Και βότρυας κατ ' αυτών Και μαινάδας τρυγώσας , Ποιοι δε ληνον οίνον , Ληνοβατας πατούντας , Τους σατύρους γελώντας , Και χρύσους τους έρωτας , Και Τύθερην ...
... lines , not inserted accurately in any of the editions : Ποιησον αμπελους μοι Και βότρυας κατ ' αυτών Και μαινάδας τρυγώσας , Ποιοι δε ληνον οίνον , Ληνοβατας πατούντας , Τους σατύρους γελώντας , Και χρύσους τους έρωτας , Και Τύθερην ...
Strana 12
... line which he has selected is a specimen of a care- lessness not very elegant ; at the same time , I appeared to me so capable of imitating the confess that none of the Latin poets have ever graces of Anacreon as Catullus , if he had ...
... line which he has selected is a specimen of a care- lessness not very elegant ; at the same time , I appeared to me so capable of imitating the confess that none of the Latin poets have ever graces of Anacreon as Catullus , if he had ...
Strana 13
... lines : Hæc mihi cura , rosis et cingere tempora myrto , Et curas multo dilapidare mero . Hæc mihi cura , comas et barbam tingere succo Assyrio et dulces continuere jocos . This be my care to twine the rosy wreath , And drench my ...
... lines : Hæc mihi cura , rosis et cingere tempora myrto , Et curas multo dilapidare mero . Hæc mihi cura , comas et barbam tingere succo Assyrio et dulces continuere jocos . This be my care to twine the rosy wreath , And drench my ...
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Anacreon angels Bacchus bard beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath bright bright eyes brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram eyes fair fancy farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poet pure Quadrille rill rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sung sunny sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas twill Twixt wandering warm wave weep Whigs wild wings young youth
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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.