The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 pages |
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... given birth , there is very little connected with their names which conveys to us any thing of a national association ; for the land of their nativity scarcely enjoys a single ray of that brilliant mind , which sheds its intellectua ...
... given birth , there is very little connected with their names which conveys to us any thing of a national association ; for the land of their nativity scarcely enjoys a single ray of that brilliant mind , which sheds its intellectua ...
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... given to him , on the 8th of June , 1818 , at Morrison's Hotel in Dublin , which was graced by a large assemblage of the most distinguished lite- rary and political characters . The Earl of Charle- mont took the head of the table ; Mr ...
... given to him , on the 8th of June , 1818 , at Morrison's Hotel in Dublin , which was graced by a large assemblage of the most distinguished lite- rary and political characters . The Earl of Charle- mont took the head of the table ; Mr ...
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... given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most desirous for the posthumous print- ing of his Memoirs ; and he seems , indeed , to have intrusted them to Mr Moore , as a safeguard against that very accident into which the high - wrought ...
... given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most desirous for the posthumous print- ing of his Memoirs ; and he seems , indeed , to have intrusted them to Mr Moore , as a safeguard against that very accident into which the high - wrought ...
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... given by Comus of the song of His mother Circe , and the sirens three , Amid the flowery - kirtled Naiades , Who , as they sung , would take the prison'd soul , And lap it in Elysium . And though it is certainly to be regretted that he ...
... given by Comus of the song of His mother Circe , and the sirens three , Amid the flowery - kirtled Naiades , Who , as they sung , would take the prison'd soul , And lap it in Elysium . And though it is certainly to be regretted that he ...
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... given by the said lordes and gentlemen ; that for abo- hishinge of soo heynouse an abuse , » etc. , etc. po- The feudal system , which encouraged the etical state of manners , and afforded the min- strels worthy subjects for their ...
... given by the said lordes and gentlemen ; that for abo- hishinge of soo heynouse an abuse , » etc. , etc. po- The feudal system , which encouraged the etical state of manners , and afforded the min- strels worthy subjects for their ...
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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...