Thomas Moore, the Poet: His Life and WorksBlackie & Son, 1880 - 255 стор. |
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... soul would send To many a dear - lov'd , distant friend . Even now delusive hope will steal Amid the dark regrets I feel , Soothing , as yonder placid beam Pursues the murmurers of the deep , And lights them with consoling gleam , And ...
... soul would send To many a dear - lov'd , distant friend . Even now delusive hope will steal Amid the dark regrets I feel , Soothing , as yonder placid beam Pursues the murmurers of the deep , And lights them with consoling gleam , And ...
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... soul , divinely strong , One ray of mind to thaw them into song ; " by way of contrast , he goes on to speak of many pleas- ant hours spent in the society of Mr. Dennie and his friends there : - 66 Yet , yet forgive me , oh ye sacred ...
... soul , divinely strong , One ray of mind to thaw them into song ; " by way of contrast , he goes on to speak of many pleas- ant hours spent in the society of Mr. Dennie and his friends there : - 66 Yet , yet forgive me , oh ye sacred ...
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... soul forgot its wish to roam , And rested there , as in a dream of home . And looks I met , like looks I'd lov'd before , And voices too , which as they trembled o'er The chord of memory , found full many a tone Of kindness there in ...
... soul forgot its wish to roam , And rested there , as in a dream of home . And looks I met , like looks I'd lov'd before , And voices too , which as they trembled o'er The chord of memory , found full many a tone Of kindness there in ...
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... soul ascended towards the Divinity in a swell of devout admiration which I never before experienced . Oh ! bring the atheist here , and he cannot return an atheist . I pity the man who can coldly sit down to write a description of these ...
... soul ascended towards the Divinity in a swell of devout admiration which I never before experienced . Oh ! bring the atheist here , and he cannot return an atheist . I pity the man who can coldly sit down to write a description of these ...
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... soul ! " My mates of the dungeon sigh'd " Amen ! " A VISION . BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL . " Up ! " said the Spirit , and , ere I could pray One hasty orison , whirl'd me away To a Limbo , lying - I wist not where- Above or below , in ...
... soul ! " My mates of the dungeon sigh'd " Amen ! " A VISION . BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL . " Up ! " said the Spirit , and , ere I could pray One hasty orison , whirl'd me away To a Limbo , lying - I wist not where- Above or below , in ...
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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.