The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the Author |
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... wing excursive roves , Yet still , from time to time , he loves To light upon earth and find such cheer As brightens our banquet here . No matter how far , how fleet he flies , You've only to light up kind young eyes , Such signal ...
... wing excursive roves , Yet still , from time to time , he loves To light upon earth and find such cheer As brightens our banquet here . No matter how far , how fleet he flies , You've only to light up kind young eyes , Such signal ...
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... So bright a dwelling should be our own , So warranted free from sigh or frown , That angels soon would be coming down , By the week or month to take it . Like those gay flies that wing through air , And. 20 MOORE'S WORKS .
... So bright a dwelling should be our own , So warranted free from sigh or frown , That angels soon would be coming down , By the week or month to take it . Like those gay flies that wing through air , And. 20 MOORE'S WORKS .
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... wing through air , And in themselves a lustre bear , A stock of light , still ready there , Whenever they wish to use it ! So , in this world I'd make for thee , Our hearts should all like fire - flies be , And the flash of wit or poesy ...
... wing through air , And in themselves a lustre bear , A stock of light , still ready there , Whenever they wish to use it ! So , in this world I'd make for thee , Our hearts should all like fire - flies be , And the flash of wit or poesy ...
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... wing wither Each feeling that once was dear ? — Then , child of misfortune , come hither , I'll weep with thee , tear for tear . Has love to that soul , so tender , Been like our Lagenian mine , Where sparkles of golden splendour All ...
... wing wither Each feeling that once was dear ? — Then , child of misfortune , come hither , I'll weep with thee , tear for tear . Has love to that soul , so tender , Been like our Lagenian mine , Where sparkles of golden splendour All ...
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... wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from . this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ; Yet still in her darkness doth ...
... wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from . this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ; Yet still in her darkness doth ...
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