The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 490 pages |
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... blooming child , " 345 LXIII . " Haste thee , nymph , whose winged spear , " 345 LXIV . " Rich in bliss , I proudly scorn ... bloom'd awhile , a happy flower , " LXXI . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy , " LXXII . " Spirit of Love , whose ...
... blooming child , " 345 LXIII . " Haste thee , nymph , whose winged spear , " 345 LXIV . " Rich in bliss , I proudly scorn ... bloom'd awhile , a happy flower , " LXXI . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy , " LXXII . " Spirit of Love , whose ...
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... bloom on Iran's rivers ; While some , for war's more terrible attacks , Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle - axe ; " Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the Sun. " One of the royal cities of ...
... bloom on Iran's rivers ; While some , for war's more terrible attacks , Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle - axe ; " Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the Sun. " One of the royal cities of ...
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... bloom , and Azab's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each land its flower hath given , To form that fair young nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What ...
... bloom , and Azab's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each land its flower hath given , To form that fair young nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What ...
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... bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! -- But lost , inflam'd , -a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; — First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first In zeal and charms ...
... bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! -- But lost , inflam'd , -a restless zeal took place Of the mild virgin's still and feminine grace ; — First of the Prophet's favourites , proudly first In zeal and charms ...
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... bloom and wit , Of skill and charms , most rare and exquisite , Shall tempt the boy ; -young Mirzala's blue eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violet lies ; Arouya's cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that , like the seal ...
... bloom and wit , Of skill and charms , most rare and exquisite , Shall tempt the boy ; -young Mirzala's blue eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violet lies ; Arouya's cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that , like the seal ...
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Anacreon angel Arab Azim beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna Iran Khorassan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid morning mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears tears of wine tell thee there's thine thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil wandering warm wave weep wild wing young youth Zelica
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Page 401 - 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.
Page 419 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, 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 61 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years — One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Page 405 - And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall He take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Page 401 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. 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 447 - 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...
Page 134 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , * Its temples, and grottos , and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Page 402 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Page 425 - Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining...
Page 64 - Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...