The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 pagina's |
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Pagina iv
... maid . XX . One day the Muses twined the hands XXI . Observe when mother Earth is dry XXII . The Phrygian rock that braves the storm . . XXIV . To all that breathe the airs of heaven . XXV . Once in each revolving year XXVI . Thy harp ...
... maid . XX . One day the Muses twined the hands XXI . Observe when mother Earth is dry XXII . The Phrygian rock that braves the storm . . XXIV . To all that breathe the airs of heaven . XXV . Once in each revolving year XXVI . Thy harp ...
Pagina v
... Maid ib . ib . To Phillis . ib . LXXIX . When Cupid sees my beard of snow ib . Song . When the heart's feeling ib . FRAGMENTS . The Ballad ib . Cupid , whose lamp has lent the ray ib . To Mrs. --- , on her translation of Voi- Let me ...
... Maid ib . ib . To Phillis . ib . LXXIX . When Cupid sees my beard of snow ib . Song . When the heart's feeling ib . FRAGMENTS . The Ballad ib . Cupid , whose lamp has lent the ray ib . To Mrs. --- , on her translation of Voi- Let me ...
Pagina xxx
... maid he loved , attended the minstrel into the wide world . For three years there were no tid- ings of Dermid ; and the song and the dance were silent ; when one of our little boys came running in , and told us that he saw our minstrel ...
... maid he loved , attended the minstrel into the wide world . For three years there were no tid- ings of Dermid ; and the song and the dance were silent ; when one of our little boys came running in , and told us that he saw our minstrel ...
Pagina xxxi
Thomas Moore. to a maid who had lost her lover . The orphans have learnt it , and still chaunt it over Dermid's grave . " The Fudge Family in Paris » is a most humo- rous work , written partly in the style of « The Twopenny - Post Bag ...
Thomas Moore. to a maid who had lost her lover . The orphans have learnt it , and still chaunt it over Dermid's grave . " The Fudge Family in Paris » is a most humo- rous work , written partly in the style of « The Twopenny - Post Bag ...
Pagina xxxiii
... maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Even reason blighted sunk beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of ...
... maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Even reason blighted sunk beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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...