The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 strán (strany) |
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... Turn , to Lethe's river turn , There thy vanquished people mourn ! 3 Come to Lethe's wavy shore , There thy people's peace restore . Thine their hearts , their altars thine ; Dian ! must they - must they pine ? ODE LXV.4 LIKE some ...
... Turn , to Lethe's river turn , There thy vanquished people mourn ! 3 Come to Lethe's wavy shore , There thy people's peace restore . Thine their hearts , their altars thine ; Dian ! must they - must they pine ? ODE LXV.4 LIKE some ...
Strana 43
... Turn to Myrilla , turn thine eye , Breathe to Myrilla , breathe thy sigh ! To those bewitching beauties turn ; Thou little know'st the fond control With which thy virtue reins my soul ! Then smile not on my locks of gray , Believe me ...
... Turn to Myrilla , turn thine eye , Breathe to Myrilla , breathe thy sigh ! To those bewitching beauties turn ; Thou little know'st the fond control With which thy virtue reins my soul ! Then smile not on my locks of gray , Believe me ...
Strana 45
... turn not to be found in the original , is cited by Lucian in his little essay on the Gallic Hercules . 5 Barnes , 125. This , if I remember right , is in Scaliger's Poetica , Gail has omitted it in his collection of fragments . LET me ...
... turn not to be found in the original , is cited by Lucian in his little essay on the Gallic Hercules . 5 Barnes , 125. This , if I remember right , is in Scaliger's Poetica , Gail has omitted it in his collection of fragments . LET me ...
Strana 47
... turn , as wandering nigh , Nor yet are all his numbers mute , Though dark within the tomb he lies ; But living still , his amorous lute With sleepless animation sighs ! This is the famous Simonides , whom Plato styled ' divine ...
... turn , as wandering nigh , Nor yet are all his numbers mute , Though dark within the tomb he lies ; But living still , his amorous lute With sleepless animation sighs ! This is the famous Simonides , whom Plato styled ' divine ...
Strana 58
... Turn away those lips of blisses- I am poisoned by thy kisses ! Yet , again , ah ! turn them to me : Ruin's sweet , when they undo me ! Oh ! be less , be less enchanting ; Let some little grace be wanting ; Let my eyes , when I'm ...
... Turn away those lips of blisses- I am poisoned by thy kisses ! Yet , again , ah ! turn them to me : Ruin's sweet , when they undo me ! Oh ! be less , be less enchanting ; Let some little grace be wanting ; Let my eyes , when I'm ...
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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.