 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 стор.
...tlioa heardst more lips than thine repeat — ••That cup— thou fhuddcrest, Lady— was it sweet ? All was too much for him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel that felt not this ; Soften'dhe sunk upon a conch, and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts, like wave on wave Succeeding... | |
 | 1817 - 646 стор.
...sleep. . 'And music too— dear music! that ran touch Beyond all else the »ul thai loves il muchWow heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream ;— All was loo much for him, too full of bliss. The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this ; 5often'd he... | |
 | 1817 - 522 стор.
...Mr. Moore, who, with all his faults, has in general well supported his fame of a mellifluous poet. " And music too, dear music ! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much." (P. 59) " When round him hung such a perpetual spell, Whate'er he did, none ever did so well. Too happy... | |
 | 1818 - 590 стор.
...when they throng Around the fragrant NILICA, and deep In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep ! And music too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond...exquisite music of a dream ; — All was too much ibr him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this ; Soften'd he sunk upon... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 стор.
...when they throng Around the fragrant NILICA, and deep In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep !*" And music too — dear music! that can touch Beyond...loves it much — Now heard far off, so far as but tn seem — Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream; — All was too much for him, too full of bliss,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 стор.
...when they throng Around die fragrant Silica, and deep In its blue bloMoms hum themselves to sleep ! ' And music too — dear music! that can touch Beyond...heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint eiquisilc music of a dream :— All was loo much for him, too full of bus»: The heart could nothing... | |
 | Alfred Landseer - 1828 - 126 стор.
...seems to pervade this truly favoured spot, is heightened by the spirit-stirring strains of — - Sweet Music, that can touch, Beyond all else, the soul that loves it much. The Orchestra, supported at a very considerable expense, is filled by performers of acknowledged superiority... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 стор.
...when they throng Around the fragrant Nilica, and deep n its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep ! < And music too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond...The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this. Soft«m'd, he sunk upon a couch and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts, like wave on wave Succeeding... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 стор.
...!' And music too— dear music I that can touch Beyond all else the soul that lores it much — Xow heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream ; — All waa too much for him, too full of blies : The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this. Soften'... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 стор.
...to the world ; which enchain his intellects, and obstruct his improvement. Johnson. DISTANT MUSIC. AND music too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond...to seem Like the faint exquisite music of a dream. Moore. WEALTH OF TASTE. LITERATURE, like virtue, is its own reward, and the enthusiasm some experience... | |
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And music, too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much — Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream; All was too much for him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel,... 
