Thomas Moore, the Poet: His Life and WorksBlackie & Son, 1880 - 255 strán (strany) |
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Strana 17
... wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky . Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away ; And cultur'd field , and winding stream , Are freshly glittering in his beam . Now the earth prolific ...
... wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky . Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away ; And cultur'd field , and winding stream , Are freshly glittering in his beam . Now the earth prolific ...
Strana 26
... ocean thrown , Like studs of emerald o'er a silver zone , - Not all the charm , that ethnic fancy gave To blessed arbours o'er the western wave , Could wake a dream , more soothing or sublime , 25 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
... ocean thrown , Like studs of emerald o'er a silver zone , - Not all the charm , that ethnic fancy gave To blessed arbours o'er the western wave , Could wake a dream , more soothing or sublime , 25 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
Strana 27
... wave was still , When the first perfume of a cedar hill Sweetly awak'd us , and , with smiling charms , The fairy harbour woo'd us to its arms . Gently we stole , before the whisp'ring wind , Through plantain shades , that round , like ...
... wave was still , When the first perfume of a cedar hill Sweetly awak'd us , and , with smiling charms , The fairy harbour woo'd us to its arms . Gently we stole , before the whisp'ring wind , Through plantain shades , that round , like ...
Strana 28
... wave , her softest skies , To make a heaven for love to sigh in , For bards to live and saints to die in . Close to my wooded bank below , In glassy calm the waters sleep , And to the sunbeam proudly show The coral rocks they love to ...
... wave , her softest skies , To make a heaven for love to sigh in , For bards to live and saints to die in . Close to my wooded bank below , In glassy calm the waters sleep , And to the sunbeam proudly show The coral rocks they love to ...
Strana 32
... Among the reeds , in which our idle boat Is rock'd to rest , the wind's complaining note Dies like a half - breath'd whispering of flutes ; Along the wave the gleaming porpoise shoots , And I 32 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
... Among the reeds , in which our idle boat Is rock'd to rest , the wind's complaining note Dies like a half - breath'd whispering of flutes ; Along the wave the gleaming porpoise shoots , And I 32 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
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Strana 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strana 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Strana 102 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Strana 103 - 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 152 - 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 138 - 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...
Strana 145 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Strana 155 - 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 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.