The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 стор. |
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... Bloom 625 The Leaf and the Fountain One Dear Smile 625 Cephalus and Procris The Day of Love 626 Youth and Age The Song of War . 626 The Dying Warrior The Young Rose 626 The Magic Mirror When ' midst the Gay I meet 626 The Pilgrim When ...
... Bloom 625 The Leaf and the Fountain One Dear Smile 625 Cephalus and Procris The Day of Love 626 Youth and Age The Song of War . 626 The Dying Warrior The Young Rose 626 The Magic Mirror When ' midst the Gay I meet 626 The Pilgrim When ...
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... bloom has passed away . " Behold , ' the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; 1 This idea is prettily imitated in the following epigram by Andreas Naugerius : The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like the rest ...
... bloom has passed away . " Behold , ' the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; 1 This idea is prettily imitated in the following epigram by Andreas Naugerius : The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like the rest ...
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... bloom in Lesbos ' isle ; Many in Ionia smile ; Rhodes a pretty swarm can boast ; Caria too contains a host . Sum these all- of brown and fair You may count two thousand there ! What , you gaze ! I pray you , peace ! More I'll find ...
... bloom in Lesbos ' isle ; Many in Ionia smile ; Rhodes a pretty swarm can boast ; Caria too contains a host . Sum these all- of brown and fair You may count two thousand there ! What , you gaze ! I pray you , peace ! More I'll find ...
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... 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 glowing , Now ...
... 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 glowing , Now ...
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... bloom , And Venus dance me to the tomb ! 1 ODE XLI . WHEN Spring begems the dewy scene , How sweet to walk the velvet green , And hear the Zephyr's languid sighs , As o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine ...
... bloom , And Venus dance me to the tomb ! 1 ODE XLI . WHEN Spring begems the dewy scene , How sweet to walk the velvet green , And hear the Zephyr's languid sighs , As o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Explanatory Notes, Etc. ... Thomas Moore Попередній перегляд недоступний - 1908 |
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.