The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 pages |
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... Sweet seducer , blandly smiling . ib . Song . - Oh ! nothing in life can sadden us Come , tell me where the maid is found ib . 254 Nature's Labels 243 Sweetest love ! I'll not forget thee ib . • To Mrs M-- . Sweet lady , look not thus ...
... Sweet seducer , blandly smiling . ib . Song . - Oh ! nothing in life can sadden us Come , tell me where the maid is found ib . 254 Nature's Labels 243 Sweetest love ! I'll not forget thee ib . • To Mrs M-- . Sweet lady , look not thus ...
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... sweet 22 ib . T is the last rose of summer 301 . ib . No. II . The young May - moon is beaming , love The minstrel - boy to the war is gone ib . ib . Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle ib . The valley lay smiling before me ib . How ...
... sweet 22 ib . T is the last rose of summer 301 . ib . No. II . The young May - moon is beaming , love The minstrel - boy to the war is gone ib . ib . Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle ib . The valley lay smiling before me ib . How ...
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... Sweet child ! when on thy beauteous face , The blush of innocence 1 view , Thy gentle mother's features trace , Thy father's eve of genius too , If eavy wakes a transient sigh , That face is my apology . Gentlemen , notwithstanding the ...
... Sweet child ! when on thy beauteous face , The blush of innocence 1 view , Thy gentle mother's features trace , Thy father's eve of genius too , If eavy wakes a transient sigh , That face is my apology . Gentlemen , notwithstanding the ...
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... sweet mortality ; - Gay flickering death - lights shone while we were wed , And , for our guests , a row of goodly dead ( Immortal spirits in their time no doubt ) , From reeking shrouds upon the rite look'd out ! That oath thou heard ...
... sweet mortality ; - Gay flickering death - lights shone while we were wed , And , for our guests , a row of goodly dead ( Immortal spirits in their time no doubt ) , From reeking shrouds upon the rite look'd out ! That oath thou heard ...
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... sweet , though mournful , ' t is to see How each prefers a garland from that tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away . The maid of India , blest again to hold In her full lap ...
... sweet , though mournful , ' t is to see How each prefers a garland from that tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away . The maid of India , blest again to hold In her full lap ...
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Page 320 - 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 lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 333 - 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.
Page 301 - 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 loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Page 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! 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 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Page 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Page 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Page 301 - 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...
Page 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...