The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 pages |
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... Sheds its tears , and withers there.1 But for you , my burning mind ! " Oh ! what shelter shall I find ? Can the bowl ... shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , Uncouth is this moss - covered grotto of stone , there is an idea very ...
... Sheds its tears , and withers there.1 But for you , my burning mind ! " Oh ! what shelter shall I find ? Can the bowl ... shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , Uncouth is this moss - covered grotto of stone , there is an idea very ...
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... shed the secret tear ; Nor day nor night my heart has rest , For night and day his voice I hear . A wound within my heart I find , And oh ! ' tis plain where Love has been ; For still he leaves a wound behind , Such as within my heart ...
... shed the secret tear ; Nor day nor night my heart has rest , For night and day his voice I hear . A wound within my heart I find , And oh ! ' tis plain where Love has been ; For still he leaves a wound behind , Such as within my heart ...
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... shed the rose's bloom Upon the cold , insensate tomb ! Can flowery breeze , or odour's breath , Affect the slumbering chill of death ? No , no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is ...
... shed the rose's bloom Upon the cold , insensate tomb ! Can flowery breeze , or odour's breath , Affect the slumbering chill of death ? No , no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is ...
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... shed ; Nor fear deceit a lonely child I wander o'er the gloomy wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! ' I hear the baby's tale of woe ; I hear the bitter night - winds blow ; And , sighing for his ...
... shed ; Nor fear deceit a lonely child I wander o'er the gloomy wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! ' I hear the baby's tale of woe ; I hear the bitter night - winds blow ; And , sighing for his ...
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... shed . Which steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl , Where every cordial heart should be , Attuned to peace and harmony . Come , let us hear the soul of song Expire the ...
... shed . Which steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl , Where every cordial heart should be , Attuned to peace and harmony . Come , let us hear the soul of song Expire the ...
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Page 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Page 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 423 - 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 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Page 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Page 201 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.