The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... hope , within us springing ib . Advertisement 307 Night closed around the conqueror's way ib . My gentle harp ! once more I waken ib . Oh ! ' t is sweet to think , that , where'er we As slow our ship her foamy track ib . roam ib . In ...
... hope , within us springing ib . Advertisement 307 Night closed around the conqueror's way ib . My gentle harp ! once more I waken ib . Oh ! ' t is sweet to think , that , where'er we As slow our ship her foamy track ib . roam ib . In ...
Pagina vii
... Hope . - Swiss Air There comes a time . - German Air My harp has one unchanging theme . - Swe- dish Air · . Oh ! no - not e'en when first we loved.- Cashmerian Air 222 ib . ib . ib . . • 321 • Peace be around thee ! -Scotch Air ib ...
... Hope . - Swiss Air There comes a time . - German Air My harp has one unchanging theme . - Swe- dish Air · . Oh ! no - not e'en when first we loved.- Cashmerian Air 222 ib . ib . ib . . • 321 • Peace be around thee ! -Scotch Air ib ...
Pagina xi
... hope of securing some advantage that may accelerate the removal of those disqua- lifications , which are supposed to exclude happi- ness from the limits of his country . In « Lalla Rookh » he has given his fire - worshippers the wrongs ...
... hope of securing some advantage that may accelerate the removal of those disqua- lifications , which are supposed to exclude happi- ness from the limits of his country . In « Lalla Rookh » he has given his fire - worshippers the wrongs ...
Pagina xxxiii
... hope and peace we ' ve lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! —in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , ' which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
... hope and peace we ' ve lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! —in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , ' which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
Pagina 14
... hope and fear , Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear- Oh God ! thou wouldst not wonder that , at last , When every hope was all at once o'ercast , When I heard frightful voices round me say Azim is dead ! —this wretched brain ...
... hope and fear , Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear- Oh God ! thou wouldst not wonder that , at last , When every hope was all at once o'ercast , When I heard frightful voices round me say Azim is dead ! —this wretched brain ...
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Anacreon ancient angels Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm creon dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace hath heart Heaven holy hope hour Irish King kiss Lady Morgan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night Note nymph o'er Persian Philostratus Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne translation trembling turn'd twine vellum warm weep Whigs wild wing words young youth δε και
Populaire passages
Pagina 320 - 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 lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Pagina 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 loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Pagina 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head...
Pagina 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Pagina 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Pagina 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Pagina 301 - Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear...
Pagina 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Pagina 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...