The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Volume 3Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... turning dull poetry to account ; and as horses too heavy for the saddle may yet serve well enough to draw lumber , so Poems of this kind make excellent beasts of burden , and will bear notes , though they may not bear reading . Besides ...
... turning dull poetry to account ; and as horses too heavy for the saddle may yet serve well enough to draw lumber , so Poems of this kind make excellent beasts of burden , and will bear notes , though they may not bear reading . Besides ...
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... Turn , while I tell how England's freedom found , Where most she look'd for life , her deadliest wound ; * It never seems to occur to those orators and addressers who round off so many sentences and paragraphs with the Bill of Rights ...
... Turn , while I tell how England's freedom found , Where most she look'd for life , her deadliest wound ; * It never seems to occur to those orators and addressers who round off so many sentences and paragraphs with the Bill of Rights ...
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... turning from its course , and for ever defiling that great stream - 1 See a pamphlet published in 1693 , upon the King's refusing to sign the Triennial Bill , called " A Discourse between a Yeoman of Kent and a Knight of a Shire ...
... turning from its course , and for ever defiling that great stream - 1 See a pamphlet published in 1693 , upon the King's refusing to sign the Triennial Bill , called " A Discourse between a Yeoman of Kent and a Knight of a Shire ...
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... turn'd his thunder into showers of gold , Whose silent courtship wins securer joys , * Taints by degrees , and ruins without noise . plan in 1783 ; but Pitt's plan of reform was a kind of an- nounced dramatic piece , about as likely to ...
... turn'd his thunder into showers of gold , Whose silent courtship wins securer joys , * Taints by degrees , and ruins without noise . plan in 1783 ; but Pitt's plan of reform was a kind of an- nounced dramatic piece , about as likely to ...
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... turn , with harlot glance , Tow'rds other shores , and woo th ' embrace of France ; - Those hack'd and tainted tools , so foully fit For the grand artisan of mischief , P - tt , So useless ever but in vile employ , So weak to save , so ...
... turn , with harlot glance , Tow'rds other shores , and woo th ' embrace of France ; - Those hack'd and tainted tools , so foully fit For the grand artisan of mischief , P - tt , So useless ever but in vile employ , So weak to save , so ...
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Page 242 - 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.
Page 241 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 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.
Page 229 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 299 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 239 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm — For though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle.
Page 327 - Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, " I wish he were here ! " Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Page 232 - Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh ! stay, — oh ! stay,— Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night that oh ! 'tis pain To break its links so soon.
Page 71 - The particular bulk, number, figure, and motion of the parts of fire or snow are really in them, — whether any one's senses perceive them or no: and therefore they may be called real qualities, because they really exist in those bodies.
Page 319 - Then awake ! the heavens look bright, my dear! Tis never too late for delight, my dear ! , And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love ! But the sage, his starwatch keeping, love : And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love...