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... Bright must Fade - Indian , * Oft in the Stilly Night - Scotch , · 99 · 100 · 101 102 SACRED MELODIES .- * Miriam's Song - Sound the Loud Timbrel , 103 * This World is all a Fleeting Show , THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS .- * Miss Biddy's ...
... Bright must Fade - Indian , * Oft in the Stilly Night - Scotch , · 99 · 100 · 101 102 SACRED MELODIES .- * Miriam's Song - Sound the Loud Timbrel , 103 * This World is all a Fleeting Show , THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS .- * Miss Biddy's ...
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... Bright and Blest , 160 FROM EVENINGS IN GREECE .- * Song , · 166 The Temple of the Moon ( Prose extract ) , from THE EPICUREAN , 169 ALCIPHRON , · · 173 * THE PERIWINKLES AND THE LOCUSTS , A SALMAGUNDIAN HYMN , THE SUMMER FETE ...
... Bright and Blest , 160 FROM EVENINGS IN GREECE .- * Song , · 166 The Temple of the Moon ( Prose extract ) , from THE EPICUREAN , 169 ALCIPHRON , · · 173 * THE PERIWINKLES AND THE LOCUSTS , A SALMAGUNDIAN HYMN , THE SUMMER FETE ...
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... bliss Upon the moon - bright scenery here ! The sea is like a silvery lake , And , o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently , as if it fear'd to wake The slumber of the silent tides . The only envious LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE . 25.
... bliss Upon the moon - bright scenery here ! The sea is like a silvery lake , And , o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently , as if it fear'd to wake The slumber of the silent tides . The only envious LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE . 25.
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... Bright rose the morning , every wave was still , When the first perfume of a cedar hill Sweetly awak'd us , and , with smiling charms , The fairy harbour woo'd us to its arms . Gently we stole , before the whisp'ring wind , Through ...
... Bright rose the morning , every wave was still , When the first perfume of a cedar hill Sweetly awak'd us , and , with smiling charms , The fairy harbour woo'd us to its arms . Gently we stole , before the whisp'ring wind , Through ...
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... bright eyes and twelve thousand a year , It is still but too true you're a Papist , my dear , ) Had insidiously sent , by a tall Irish groom , Two priest - ridden Ponies , just landed from Rome , And so full , little rogues , of ...
... bright eyes and twelve thousand a year , It is still but too true you're a Papist , my dear , ) Had insidiously sent , by a tall Irish groom , Two priest - ridden Ponies , just landed from Rome , And so full , little rogues , of ...
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Сторінка 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Сторінка 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Сторінка 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Сторінка 102 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Сторінка 103 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Сторінка 152 - 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 138 - 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...
Сторінка 145 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Сторінка 155 - 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 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.