The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1844 - 691 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... o'er its simple frame No mimic constellations flame ; Nor grave upon the swelling side , Orion , scowling o'er the tide . I care not for the glitt'ring wain , Nor yet the weeping sister train . But let the vine luxuriant roll Its ...
... o'er its simple frame No mimic constellations flame ; Nor grave upon the swelling side , Orion , scowling o'er the tide . I care not for the glitt'ring wain , Nor yet the weeping sister train . But let the vine luxuriant roll Its ...
Pagina 29
... o'er and o'er ! " 2 ODE XXXVIII.3 LET us drain the nectar'd bowl , Let us raise the song of soul To him , the god who loves so well The nectar'd bowl , the choral swell ; The god who taught the sons of earth To thrid the tangled dance ...
... o'er and o'er ! " 2 ODE XXXVIII.3 LET us drain the nectar'd bowl , Let us raise the song of soul To him , the god who loves so well The nectar'd bowl , the choral swell ; The god who taught the sons of earth To thrid the tangled dance ...
Pagina 30
... o'er his head be flung , But his heart - his heart is young . 1 ODE XL . I KNOW that Heaven hath sent me here To run this mortal life's career ; The scenes which I have journey'd o'er , Return no more . alas ! no more ; ― And all the ...
... o'er his head be flung , But his heart - his heart is young . 1 ODE XL . I KNOW that Heaven hath sent me here To run this mortal life's career ; The scenes which I have journey'd o'er , Return no more . alas ! no more ; ― And all the ...
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... o'er me while I sing , Or while , great Bacchus , round thy shrine , Wreathing my brow with rose and vine , I lead some bright nymph through the dance , 2 Commingling soul with every glance . ODE XLV . WITHIN this goblet , rich and deep ...
... o'er me while I sing , Or while , great Bacchus , round thy shrine , Wreathing my brow with rose and vine , I lead some bright nymph through the dance , 2 Commingling soul with every glance . ODE XLV . WITHIN this goblet , rich and deep ...
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... o'er , Ah ! we can return no more ! 5 ODE LXI.2 YOUTH's endearing charms are fled ; Hoary locks deform my head ; Bloomy graces , dalliance gay , All the flowers of life decay . 3 Withering age begins to trace Sad memorials o'er my face ...
... o'er , Ah ! we can return no more ! 5 ODE LXI.2 YOUTH's endearing charms are fled ; Hoary locks deform my head ; Bloomy graces , dalliance gay , All the flowers of life decay . 3 Withering age begins to trace Sad memorials o'er my face ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord lov'd Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sung sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought turn'd Twas twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 191 - You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Pagina 243 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Pagina 224 - Those joyous hours are past 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...
Pagina 179 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
Pagina 176 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no ; it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Pagina 173 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Pagina 189 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Pagina 226 - 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 dimm'd 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.
Pagina 353 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Pagina 184 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho...