The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 стор. |
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... round the bowl . While many a rose - lipped bacchant maid 2 Is culling clusters in their shade . Let sylvan gods , in antic shapes , Wildly press the gushing grapes ; And flights of loves , in wanton ringlets , Flit around on golden ...
... round the bowl . While many a rose - lipped bacchant maid 2 Is culling clusters in their shade . Let sylvan gods , in antic shapes , Wildly press the gushing grapes ; And flights of loves , in wanton ringlets , Flit around on golden ...
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... round her brow . Then , if upon her bosom bright , Some drops of dew shall fall from thee , Tell her , they are not drops of night , But tears of sorrow shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , Uncouth is this moss - covered grotto of ...
... round her brow . Then , if upon her bosom bright , Some drops of dew shall fall from thee , Tell her , they are not drops of night , But tears of sorrow shed by me ! In the poem of Mr. Sheridan , Uncouth is this moss - covered grotto of ...
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Thomas Moore. ' Twas noon of night , when round the That much I fear the ceaseless shower Mine be the brilliant round of plea - Oh : Yes , Cupid ! ere my soul retire , To join the blest Elysian choir , With wine , and love , and blisses ...
Thomas Moore. ' Twas noon of night , when round the That much I fear the ceaseless shower Mine be the brilliant round of plea - Oh : Yes , Cupid ! ere my soul retire , To join the blest Elysian choir , With wine , and love , and blisses ...
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... round me while I sing ; Great Bacchus ! in thy hallowed shade , With some celestial , glowing maid , While gales of roses round me rise , In perfume sweetened by her sighs , I'll bill and twine in early dance , Commingling soul with ...
... round me while I sing ; Great Bacchus ! in thy hallowed shade , With some celestial , glowing maid , While gales of roses round me rise , In perfume sweetened by her sighs , I'll bill and twine in early dance , Commingling soul with ...
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... round my head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! I ...
... round my head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! I ...
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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.