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... blessed scapular in the waistband of his pantaloons . CHAPTER II . IN LONDON SOCIETY - ODES OF ANACREON - LITTLE'S POEMS . Moore had already translated the Odes of Anacreon , and shortly after settling in London he fortunately was able ...
... blessed scapular in the waistband of his pantaloons . CHAPTER II . IN LONDON SOCIETY - ODES OF ANACREON - LITTLE'S POEMS . Moore had already translated the Odes of Anacreon , and shortly after settling in London he fortunately was able ...
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... bless you , and make a good man of you ( I believe it is almost impossible ) .— Yours very sincerely , M. GODFREY . " Amidst gaieties , he preserved unimpaired his strong home affection for his father , and mother , and sister . His ...
... bless you , and make a good man of you ( I believe it is almost impossible ) .— Yours very sincerely , M. GODFREY . " Amidst gaieties , he preserved unimpaired his strong home affection for his father , and mother , and sister . His ...
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... bless you all , dears of my heart ! I will write again if our departure is delayed by any circumstance . God bless you again , and preserve you happy till the LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE . 23 BERMUDA AND AMERICA, CHAPTER III.
... bless you all , dears of my heart ! I will write again if our departure is delayed by any circumstance . God bless you again , and preserve you happy till the LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE . 23 BERMUDA AND AMERICA, CHAPTER III.
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... bless you . The ship is brought to , and our lieutenant is just going aboard , so I must stop . - Your own , TOM . " " I wrote a line to Carpenter by a ship we met off the Western Islands . I hope he has got it . Here is a kiss for you ...
... bless you . The ship is brought to , and our lieutenant is just going aboard , so I must stop . - Your own , TOM . " " I wrote a line to Carpenter by a ship we met off the Western Islands . I hope he has got it . Here is a kiss for you ...
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... blessed night as this , I often think , if friends were near , How we should feel , and gaze with bliss Upon the moon - bright scenery here ! The sea is like a silvery lake , And , o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently , as if it fear ...
... blessed night as this , I often think , if friends were near , How we should feel , and gaze with bliss Upon the moon - bright scenery here ! The sea is like a silvery lake , And , o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently , as if it fear ...
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Anacreon Arranmore bards beautiful beneath Bermuda Bessy bless bower breath bright Byron charm Cottage dark dear delight diary dinner dream Dublin Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy feeling flowers friends Ghebers glory Hafed harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Irish Irish Melodies isle Lady Lalla Rookh land Lansdowne letter light live Longman look Lord Byron Lord John Russell Lord Lansdowne Lord Moira lov'd lover Minstrel Minstrel Boy Moore's morning mother ne'er never night numbers o'er Persia poem poet Rogers roses round sacred Samuel Lover seem'd Shamrock shine shone shore sigh sing sleep Sloperton smile song soul sparkling spirit sung sweet sword Sydney Smith Talleyrand tears tell thee thine Thomas Moore thou thought thousand guineas told turn'd Twas verse wave weep wing words write wrote young youth
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Page 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Page 102 - 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...
Page 103 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 152 - 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.
Page 138 - 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...
Page 145 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Page 155 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.