The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 strán (strany) |
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... wing , And whelm'd him in the racy spring . Oh ! then I drank the poisoned bowl , And Love now nestles in my soul ! Yes , yes , my soul is Cupid's nest , I feel him fluttering in my breast . The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like ...
... wing , And whelm'd him in the racy spring . Oh ! then I drank the poisoned bowl , And Love now nestles in my soul ! Yes , yes , my soul is Cupid's nest , I feel him fluttering in my breast . The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like ...
Strana 13
... wing ? Triplicato furore , Bacco , Apollo , et Amore . 4 Ritratti del Cavalier Marino . Insanire dulce , Et sapidum furere furorem . 1 On account of this idea of perfuming the beard , Cornelius de Pauw pronounces the whole ode to be the ...
... wing ? Triplicato furore , Bacco , Apollo , et Amore . 4 Ritratti del Cavalier Marino . Insanire dulce , Et sapidum furere furorem . 1 On account of this idea of perfuming the beard , Cornelius de Pauw pronounces the whole ode to be the ...
Strana 23
... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
Strana 26
Thomas Moore. Cupid bade me wing my pace , And try with him the rapid race . O'er the wild torrent , rude and deep , By tangled brake and pendent steep , With weary foot I panting flew , My brow was chilled with drops of dew . And now my ...
Thomas Moore. Cupid bade me wing my pace , And try with him the rapid race . O'er the wild torrent , rude and deep , By tangled brake and pendent steep , With weary foot I panting flew , My brow was chilled with drops of dew . And now my ...
Strana 28
... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- Stung by some little angry thing , A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he ...
... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- Stung by some little angry thing , A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he ...
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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.