The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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... wind passing heedlessly over , And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own ! " The publication of the " Melodies " was not completed until 1834 ; " National Airs , " " Sacred Songs , " " Legendary Ballads , " & c . , being ' also ...
... wind passing heedlessly over , And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own ! " The publication of the " Melodies " was not completed until 1834 ; " National Airs , " " Sacred Songs , " " Legendary Ballads , " & c . , being ' also ...
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... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now for Faith to sign And blood to seal as genuine and divine , — What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not ...
... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now for Faith to sign And blood to seal as genuine and divine , — What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not ...
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... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower , ( the Kerzereh , ) it will kill him . " " Beware , young ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower , ( the Kerzereh , ) it will kill him . " " Beware , young ...
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... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , - Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , - Beck'ning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
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Anacreon beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blessed blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death Dismal Swamp divine dream e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Ghebers glory glow gold Haram harp hast hath heart heaven hope hour hung hyæna isle Khorassan Lake Lake of Lucerne Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Moira lover lute lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd pure Pythagoras roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword tear tell thee there's thine thou thought thousand guineas throne turn'd Twas twill twine veil vermil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth
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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...