The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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Strana viii
... smile of young Presumption plays , Her bloom is poison'd , and her heart decays ! Even now , in dawn of life , her sickly breath Burns with the taint of empires near their death ; And , like the nymphs of her own withering clime , She's ...
... smile of young Presumption plays , Her bloom is poison'd , and her heart decays ! Even now , in dawn of life , her sickly breath Burns with the taint of empires near their death ; And , like the nymphs of her own withering clime , She's ...
Strana xvi
... smile ? " " To be the theme of every hour , " To Song- " Take back the sigh thy lips of art , " The Genius of Harmony , an Ode- " There lies a shell , " The ring . To " No , Lady ! keep the ring , ” . " When I loved you , I can't but ...
... smile ? " " To be the theme of every hour , " To Song- " Take back the sigh thy lips of art , " The Genius of Harmony , an Ode- " There lies a shell , " The ring . To " No , Lady ! keep the ring , ” . " When I loved you , I can't but ...
Strana xviii
... Smile - " Couldst thou look as dear , " The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " . " The song of war shall echo through , " " The young rose which I give thee , " When midst the gay I meet , ... " When twilight dews are falling soft ...
... Smile - " Couldst thou look as dear , " The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " . " The song of war shall echo through , " " The young rose which I give thee , " When midst the gay I meet , ... " When twilight dews are falling soft ...
Strana xxiii
... smile in thine eyes , ' 66 Oh , breathe not his name , let it sleep in the shade , " " When he who adores thee has left but the name , " " The harp that once through Tara's halls , " " Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour , " 66 " Oh ...
... smile in thine eyes , ' 66 Oh , breathe not his name , let it sleep in the shade , " " When he who adores thee has left but the name , " " The harp that once through Tara's halls , " " Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour , " 66 " Oh ...
Strana 12
... smile sought out its loveliest To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes Which the Veil'd Prophet destined for the skies ! - And such quick welcome as a spark receives Dropp'd on a bed of autumn's wither'd leaves , Did every tale of these ...
... smile sought out its loveliest To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes Which the Veil'd Prophet destined for the skies ! - And such quick welcome as a spark receives Dropp'd on a bed of autumn's wither'd leaves , Did every tale of these ...
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Strana 439 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Strana 421 - 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 25 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Strana 447 - To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
Strana 415 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Strana 400 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...
Strana 60 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Strana 398 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Strana 460 - And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Strana 460 - OH, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly ? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, Would wait till time decay'd it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it f Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall...