The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 strán (strany) |
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... Weep on , weep on I saw thy Form in Youthful Prime 217 By that Lake whose Gloomy Shore 218 She is far from the Land Avenging and Bright . 216 217 . 219 Nay , tell me not 219 220 IRISH MELODIES . What the Bee is to the Floweret 220 ...
... Weep on , weep on I saw thy Form in Youthful Prime 217 By that Lake whose Gloomy Shore 218 She is far from the Land Avenging and Bright . 216 217 . 219 Nay , tell me not 219 220 IRISH MELODIES . What the Bee is to the Floweret 220 ...
Strana viii
... weep Come not , O Lord . Were not the sinful Mary's Tears . As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see Almighty God • Oh fair ! oh purest PAGE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS - continued . . • Letter XII . - From Miss Biddy Fudge to Miss ...
... weep Come not , O Lord . Were not the sinful Mary's Tears . As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see Almighty God • Oh fair ! oh purest PAGE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS - continued . . • Letter XII . - From Miss Biddy Fudge to Miss ...
Strana 20
... weep , Lulling bland the mind to sleep ; Hark ! they whisper , as they roll , Calm persuasion to the soul ; Tell me , tell me , is not this All a stilly scene of bliss ? Who , my girl , would pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I ! 4 ...
... weep , Lulling bland the mind to sleep ; Hark ! they whisper , as they roll , Calm persuasion to the soul ; Tell me , tell me , is not this All a stilly scene of bliss ? Who , my girl , would pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I ! 4 ...
Strana 21
... weep , Are beverage to the swelling deep ; And soon he found ' twere vain to fly , His heart was close confined ... weeping matron's form ; And Progne , hapless , frantic maid , Is now a swallow in the shade . One of the Capilupi has ...
... weep , Are beverage to the swelling deep ; And soon he found ' twere vain to fly , His heart was close confined ... weeping matron's form ; And Progne , hapless , frantic maid , Is now a swallow in the shade . One of the Capilupi has ...
Strana 29
... weep at fate , And sigh for life's uncertain date ? The light of gold can ne'er illume The dreary midnight of the tomb ! And why should I then pant for trea- sures ? As lulled in slumber I was laid , Bright visions o'er my fancy played ...
... weep at fate , And sigh for life's uncertain date ? The light of gold can ne'er illume The dreary midnight of the tomb ! And why should I then pant for trea- sures ? As lulled in slumber I was laid , Bright visions o'er my fancy played ...
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Anacreon angels Aulus Gellius Bacchus beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bower breath bright brow burning Catullus charm Cupid dance dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth epigram Eurypyle eyes fair fancy Farewell feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Greece harp hath heart heaven hope hour kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre Madame Dacier maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poem poet rose rosy round shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Twas Twill twine wandering warm wave weep 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.