The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 pages |
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... rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! .. Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do- . negal Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 290 ' Tis gone , and for ever , the light we saw breaking . 292 I saw from the beach ...
... rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! .. Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do- . negal Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 290 ' Tis gone , and for ever , the light we saw breaking . 292 I saw from the beach ...
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... rest . Cold , cold my heart must grow , Unchanged by either joy or woe , Like freezing founts , where all that's thrown Within their current turns to stone . The ingenuity with which the above simile is applied , is not more remarkable ...
... rest . Cold , cold my heart must grow , Unchanged by either joy or woe , Like freezing founts , where all that's thrown Within their current turns to stone . The ingenuity with which the above simile is applied , is not more remarkable ...
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... rest ! Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But , though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze in which thy sense Wander d about . - but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
... rest ! Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But , though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze in which thy sense Wander d about . - but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
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... rest ; — And they believe him ! -oh , the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; — The babe may cease to think that it can play With heaven's rainbow ; -alchymists may doubt The shining gold their crucible gives out ...
... rest ; — And they believe him ! -oh , the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; — The babe may cease to think that it can play With heaven's rainbow ; -alchymists may doubt The shining gold their crucible gives out ...
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... rest , In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd The enchanted pile of that lonely bird , Who sings at the last his own death lay , ' And in music and perfume dies away ! » Thus saying , from her lips she spread Unearthly breathings through ...
... rest , In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd The enchanted pile of that lonely bird , Who sings at the last his own death lay , ' And in music and perfume dies away ! » Thus saying , from her lips she spread Unearthly breathings through ...
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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...