The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 стор. |
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... once upon a bed ' 27 28 11 36 . If hoarded gold possessed a 6. As late I sought the spangled bowers ' power ' 29 11 87 . Twas night , and many a circling 7. The women tell me every day ' 81 care not for the idle state ' 9. I pray thee ...
... once upon a bed ' 27 28 11 36 . If hoarded gold possessed a 6. As late I sought the spangled bowers ' power ' 29 11 87 . Twas night , and many a circling 7. The women tell me every day ' 81 care not for the idle state ' 9. I pray thee ...
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... once upon a bed Of roses laid his weary head ; Luckless urchin not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bee ! The bee awaked - with anger wild The bee awaked and stung the child . Loud and piteous are his cries ; To Venus quick he runs ...
... once upon a bed Of roses laid his weary head ; Luckless urchin not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bee ! The bee awaked - with anger wild The bee awaked and stung the child . Loud and piteous are his cries ; To Venus quick he runs ...
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... once were mine , When Harmony pursued my ways , And Bacchus wantoned to my lays.2 Oh ! if delight could charm no more , If all the goblet's bliss were o'er , When fate had once our doom decreed , Then dying would be death indeed ! Nor ...
... once were mine , When Harmony pursued my ways , And Bacchus wantoned to my lays.2 Oh ! if delight could charm no more , If all the goblet's bliss were o'er , When fate had once our doom decreed , Then dying would be death indeed ! Nor ...
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... Once it told a tale of peace To her lover's throbbing breast- Then he was divinely blest ! Ah ! but Rosa loves no more , Therefore Rosa's song is o'er ; And her harp neglected lies ; And her boy forgotten sighs . Silent harp - forgotten ...
... Once it told a tale of peace To her lover's throbbing breast- Then he was divinely blest ! Ah ! but Rosa loves no more , Therefore Rosa's song is o'er ; And her harp neglected lies ; And her boy forgotten sighs . Silent harp - forgotten ...
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... once more : The clang of mingling arms Is then the sound that charms , And brazen notes of war , that stirring trumpets pour ; - Then comes the Harp , when the combat is over- When heroes are resting , and Joy is in bloom- When laurels ...
... once more : The clang of mingling arms Is then the sound that charms , And brazen notes of war , that stirring trumpets pour ; - Then comes the Harp , when the combat is over- When heroes are resting , and Joy is in bloom- When laurels ...
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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.