Thomas Moore's Complete Poetical WorksT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1895 - 800 strán (strany) |
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... as Scaliger expresses it , Insanire dulce et sapidum furere furorem . " Sicut unguentum in capite quod descendit in barbam Aaronis . " - Psaume 133 . And why ? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still 16 ODES OF ANACREON .
... as Scaliger expresses it , Insanire dulce et sapidum furere furorem . " Sicut unguentum in capite quod descendit in barbam Aaronis . " - Psaume 133 . And why ? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still 16 ODES OF ANACREON .
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Thomas Moore Nathan Haskell Dole. And why ? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still where'er they strayed . But ne'er could I a murderer be , The grape alone shall bleed for me ; Yet can I shout , with wild delight , " I will — I ...
Thomas Moore Nathan Haskell Dole. And why ? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still where'er they strayed . But ne'er could I a murderer be , The grape alone shall bleed for me ; Yet can I shout , with wild delight , " I will — I ...
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... shades , You may reckon just a score , Nay , I'll grant you fifteen more . In the famed Corinthian grove , Where such ... shade , Witness some secret youth and maid , Who fair as thou , and fond as I , In stolen joys enamoured lie , - So ...
... shades , You may reckon just a score , Nay , I'll grant you fifteen more . In the famed Corinthian grove , Where such ... shade , Witness some secret youth and maid , Who fair as thou , and fond as I , In stolen joys enamoured lie , - So ...
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... shade ; Sweet the young , the modest trees , Ruffled by the kissing breeze ; Sweet the little founts that weep ... shades , And make your grove the camp of Paphian arms ! " " No , " said the virgins of the tuneful bower , " We scorn ...
... shade ; Sweet the young , the modest trees , Ruffled by the kissing breeze ; Sweet the little founts that weep ... shades , And make your grove the camp of Paphian arms ! " " No , " said the virgins of the tuneful bower , " We scorn ...
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... shade . Oh ! that a mirror's form were mine , That I might catch that smile divine ; And like my own fond fancy be , Reflecting thee , and only thee ; I cannot omit citing those remarkable lines of Shakspeare , where the thoughts of the ...
... shade . Oh ! that a mirror's form were mine , That I might catch that smile divine ; And like my own fond fancy be , Reflecting thee , and only thee ; I cannot omit citing those remarkable lines of Shakspeare , where the thoughts of the ...
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Strana 241 - When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven,— Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Strana 178 - BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. BEI.IF.VE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Strana 190 - Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! 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.
Strana 153 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Strana 243 - 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. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Strana 153 - Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! -Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! Utawas...
Strana 468 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Strana 244 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Strana 464 - 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 197 - 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...