The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 pages |
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... beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them ib . Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at this life - from the hour ib . I began it Weep on , weep on , your hour is past 297 Oh for the swords ...
... beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them ib . Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at this life - from the hour ib . I began it Weep on , weep on , your hour is past 297 Oh for the swords ...
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... Beauty . - Italian Air . Fare thee well , thou lovely one ! -Sicilian Air . ib . Oh ! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear 319 Weep not for those The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ib . Sound the loud timbrel . Dost thou remember ...
... Beauty . - Italian Air . Fare thee well , thou lovely one ! -Sicilian Air . ib . Oh ! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear 319 Weep not for those The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ib . Sound the loud timbrel . Dost thou remember ...
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... beauty , most amiable dispo- ciety he passes much of his time in retirement sition , and accomplished manners , in whose so- at his cottage near Devizes , diversified by occa- sional visits to London . To complete this picture of ...
... beauty , most amiable dispo- ciety he passes much of his time in retirement sition , and accomplished manners , in whose so- at his cottage near Devizes , diversified by occa- sional visits to London . To complete this picture of ...
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... beauty of sun - set , or the brilliant wonders of a starry night . Amongst the many objects of commiseration with which the world unfortunately abounds , there is not one that appeals more intensely to the feelings than the family which ...
... beauty of sun - set , or the brilliant wonders of a starry night . Amongst the many objects of commiseration with which the world unfortunately abounds , there is not one that appeals more intensely to the feelings than the family which ...
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... beauty , and of greater merit , inasmuch as they sider nothing as it is by itself ; the cry is , are removed from self ? It has been said by a wrote it ? » what manner of man is he ? » great living author and poet , ' that the choice of ...
... beauty , and of greater merit , inasmuch as they sider nothing as it is by itself ; the cry is , are removed from self ? It has been said by a wrote it ? » what manner of man is he ? » great living author and poet , ' that the choice of ...
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AIR-The Anacreon angels bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero cold creon dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round Sappho seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit Sprite star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought turn'd warm wave weep wild wings words young youth και
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Page 328 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
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 lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Page 318 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Page 303 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. "Was not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty's all our own.
Page 328 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Page 302 - FAREWELL !— but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
Page 12 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 58 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Page 327 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine.
Page 294 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...