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... happy home life and to the fostering care of his parents , he gratefully adds : - " To these different talents , such as they were , the gay and social habits prevailing in Dublin afforded frequent oppor- tunities of display ; while ...
... happy home life and to the fostering care of his parents , he gratefully adds : - " To these different talents , such as they were , the gay and social habits prevailing in Dublin afforded frequent oppor- tunities of display ; while ...
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... 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.
... 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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His Life and Works Andrew James Symington. bless you again , and preserve you happy till the return of TOM . your ' Urge Stevenson to send Carpenter the songs ; I shall write to him . Sweet Mother , Father , Kate , and Nell , good - by ...
His Life and Works Andrew James Symington. bless you again , and preserve you happy till the return of TOM . your ' Urge Stevenson to send Carpenter the songs ; I shall write to him . Sweet Mother , Father , Kate , and Nell , good - by ...
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... happy spirits in th ' Atlantic waste ? There listening , while , from earth , each breeze that came Brought echoes of their own undying fame , In eloquence of eye , and dreams of song , They charm'd their lapse of nightless hours along ...
... happy spirits in th ' Atlantic waste ? There listening , while , from earth , each breeze that came Brought echoes of their own undying fame , In eloquence of eye , and dreams of song , They charm'd their lapse of nightless hours along ...
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... happy evenings few , So warm with heart , so rich with mind they flew That my charm'd soul forgot its wish to roam , And rested there , as in a dream of home . And looks I met , like looks I'd lov'd before , And voices too , which as ...
... happy evenings few , So warm with heart , so rich with mind they flew That my charm'd soul forgot its wish to roam , And rested there , as in a dream of home . And looks I met , like looks I'd lov'd before , And voices too , which as ...
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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.