The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1829 - 408 pages |
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... eyes ib . ib . ib . forget them · • Oh ! the days are gone when beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll Weep on , weep on , your hour is past Lesbia hath a beaming eye . I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake ...
... eyes ib . ib . ib . forget them · • Oh ! the days are gone when beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll Weep on , weep on , your hour is past Lesbia hath a beaming eye . I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake ...
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... eye - brows , and , having refreshed his faculties with a dose of that delicious opium ( 19 ) which is distilled from ... eyes of the idol ( 11 ) of Jaghernaut . " -- During the first days of their journey , Lalla Rookh , who had passed ...
... eye - brows , and , having refreshed his faculties with a dose of that delicious opium ( 19 ) which is distilled from ... eyes of the idol ( 11 ) of Jaghernaut . " -- During the first days of their journey , Lalla Rookh , who had passed ...
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... eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below . What impious tongue , ye blushing saints , would dare To hint that aught but Heaven hath placed you there ? Or that the loves of ...
... eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below . What impious tongue , ye blushing saints , would dare To hint that aught but Heaven hath placed you there ? Or that the loves of ...
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... eyes , summon'd to join the array Of Persia's warriors on the hills of Thrace , The youth exchanged his sylvan dwelling - place For the rude tent and war - field's deathful clash , - His Zelica's sweet glances for the flash Of Grecian ...
... eyes , summon'd to join the array Of Persia's warriors on the hills of Thrace , The youth exchanged his sylvan dwelling - place For the rude tent and war - field's deathful clash , - His Zelica's sweet glances for the flash Of Grecian ...
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... eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ; Arouya's cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that ... eyes ; And should the youth , whom soon those eyes shall warm , Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form , So much the ...
... eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ; Arouya's cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that ... eyes ; And should the youth , whom soon those eyes shall warm , Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form , So much the ...
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Page 328 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 313 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast...
Page 293 - 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 382 - Th' imperfect picture o'er again, With power to add, retouch, efface The lights and shades, the joy and pain, How little of the past would stay ! How quickly all should melt away — All — but that freedom of the mind Which hath been more than wealth to me ; Those friendships, in my boyhood twined, And kept till now unchangingly ; And that dear home, that saving ark, Where Love's true light at last I 've found, Cheering within, when all grows dark, And comfortless, and stormy round ! FANCY.
Page 105 - May be the lot, the life of him, Who roams along thy water's brim ! Through what alternate shades of woe, And flowers of joy my path may go ! How many an humble, still retreat May rise to court my weary feet, While still pursuing, still unblest, I wander on, nor dare to rest...
Page 293 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! 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. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 340 - O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes. That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 260 - WITH all my soul, then, let us part, Since both are anxious to be free ; And I will send you home your heart, If you will send back mine to me. We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing; And spring would be but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring.
Page 26 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven...
Page 2 - And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze That whole dark pile of human mockeries ; — Then shall the reign of Mind commence on earth, And starting fresh, as from a second birth, Man, in. the sunshine of the world's new spring, Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing...