The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreCrissy & Markley, 1858 - 431 pages |
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Page 114
... gives , through morning dew , The lustre of the lips I love , May seem to give their perfume too ! ON SEEING AN INFANT IN NEA'S ARMS . THE first ambrosial child of bliss , That Psyche to her bosom prest , Was not a brighter babe than ...
... gives , through morning dew , The lustre of the lips I love , May seem to give their perfume too ! ON SEEING AN INFANT IN NEA'S ARMS . THE first ambrosial child of bliss , That Psyche to her bosom prest , Was not a brighter babe than ...
Page 322
... Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot , Nor , oh ! be the Shamrock of Erin forgot , While you add to your garland the Olive of Spain ! If the fare of our fathers bequeath'd with their rights , Give to country its charm ...
... Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot , Nor , oh ! be the Shamrock of Erin forgot , While you add to your garland the Olive of Spain ! If the fare of our fathers bequeath'd with their rights , Give to country its charm ...
Page 377
... Give smiles to those who love you less , But keep your tears for me . The snow on Jura's steep Can smile with many a beam , Yet still in chains of coldness sleep , How bright soe'er it seem . But , when some deep - felt ray , Whose ...
... Give smiles to those who love you less , But keep your tears for me . The snow on Jura's steep Can smile with many a beam , Yet still in chains of coldness sleep , How bright soe'er it seem . But , when some deep - felt ray , Whose ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth