The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes, Vydanie 3541872 |
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... Land Avenging and Bright 219 Nay , tell me not • 219 220 • IRISH MELODIES . What the Bee is to the Floweret . 220 Prefatory Letter on Music • . 191 Love and the Novice 221 Go where Glory waits thee . 195 War Song . Remember the Glories ...
... Land Avenging and Bright 219 Nay , tell me not • 219 220 • IRISH MELODIES . What the Bee is to the Floweret . 220 Prefatory Letter on Music • . 191 Love and the Novice 221 Go where Glory waits thee . 195 War Song . Remember the Glories ...
Strana 104
... land ! where he who flies From the dark ills of other skies , From scorn , or want's unnerving woes , May shelter him in proud repose ! Hope sings along the yellow sand His welcome to a patriot land ; The mighty wood , with pomp ...
... land ! where he who flies From the dark ills of other skies , From scorn , or want's unnerving woes , May shelter him in proud repose ! Hope sings along the yellow sand His welcome to a patriot land ; The mighty wood , with pomp ...
Strana 113
... land , These leafy isles upon the occan 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 sublume , Of bowers ...
... land , These leafy isles upon the occan 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 sublume , Of bowers ...
Strana 125
... land of bliss , my fairy ground ! If I were yonder conch of gold , And thou the pearl within it placed , I would not let an eye behold The sacred gem my arms embraced ! If I were yonder orange - tree , And thou the blossom blooming ...
... land of bliss , my fairy ground ! If I were yonder conch of gold , And thou the pearl within it placed , I would not let an eye behold The sacred gem my arms embraced ! If I were yonder orange - tree , And thou the blossom blooming ...
Strana 129
... land that I love ! Yet pleasant the swell of those billows would be , And the sound of those gales would be music to me ! 1 Mountains of Sicily , upon which Daphnis , the first inventor of bucolic poetry , was nursed by the nymphs . A ...
... land that I love ! Yet pleasant the swell of those billows would be , And the sound of those gales would be music to me ! 1 Mountains of Sicily , upon which Daphnis , the first inventor of bucolic poetry , was nursed by the nymphs . A ...
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Strana 484 - When I remember all The friends, so linked together, 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 310 - 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 194 - 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 310 - 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. 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 201 - 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 177 - Rapids are near and the daylight'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 daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Strana 213 - He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him...
Strana 351 - 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 213 - 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 319 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.