The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 strán (strany) |
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... 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 love , freedom , and song ! The warm lay of love ...
... 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 love , freedom , and song ! The warm lay of love ...
Strana xi
... dear Moore , -- I have been too busy , since I last saw you , to be able to write on any but public concerns . Having , however , a little time to spare to - day , I wish to consult you on your own private affairs . I am now in a better ...
... dear Moore , -- I have been too busy , since I last saw you , to be able to write on any but public concerns . Having , however , a little time to spare to - day , I wish to consult you on your own private affairs . I am now in a better ...
Strana xiv
... in the summer - time , " Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ! " . Aspasia " " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower , " " " 202 203 203 204 204 206 206 207 195 196 197 198 199 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) To • · PAGE XIV CONTENTS .
... in the summer - time , " Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ! " . Aspasia " " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower , " " " 202 203 203 204 204 206 206 207 195 196 197 198 199 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ( continued . ) To • · PAGE XIV CONTENTS .
Strana xv
... dear , " VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . 66 Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 249 250 251 253 253 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ( continued . ) PAGE 257 258 259.
... dear , " VI . The Snow - Spirit- " No , ne'er did the wave , " 254 VII . " I stole along the flowery bank , " VIII . 66 Behold , my love , the curious gem 255 257 249 250 251 253 253 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ( continued . ) PAGE 257 258 259.
Strana xvi
... dear Smile- " Couldst thou look as dear , The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " 66 The song of war shall echo through , ' 99 274 278 279 279 281 282 282 282 283 284 284 99 285 286 286 287 287 288 289 289 290 " The young rose which ...
... dear Smile- " Couldst thou look as dear , The Day of Love- " The beam of morning , " 66 The song of war shall echo through , ' 99 274 278 279 279 281 282 282 282 283 284 284 99 285 286 286 287 287 288 289 289 290 " The young rose which ...
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Anacreon angel Arab Azim beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna Iran Khorassan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth Zelica
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Strana 401 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Strana 419 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, Be mingled in peace.
Strana 61 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Strana 405 - And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Strana 401 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Strana 447 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords...
Strana 134 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , * Its temples, and grottos , and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Strana 402 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Strana 425 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...
Strana 64 - Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...