The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 Seiten |
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... thee At night To --- . I often wish that thou wert dead INTERCEPTED LETTERS ; or , THE TWO - PENNY- XIII . I will ... thee by the gods above . X. Tell me how to punish thee XI . Tell me , gentle youth , I pray thee XII . They tell how ...
... thee At night To --- . I often wish that thou wert dead INTERCEPTED LETTERS ; or , THE TWO - PENNY- XIII . I will ... thee by the gods above . X. Tell me how to punish thee XI . Tell me , gentle youth , I pray thee XII . They tell how ...
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... thee ib . • To Mrs M-- . Sweet lady , look not thus again If I swear by that eye ib . ib . Julia's Kiss ib . Song . Why , the world are all thinking To --- . Remember him thou leavest about it To Julia Impromptu To Rosa Sympathy To ...
... thee ib . • To Mrs M-- . Sweet lady , look not thus again If I swear by that eye ib . ib . Julia's Kiss ib . Song . Why , the world are all thinking To --- . Remember him thou leavest about it To Julia Impromptu To Rosa Sympathy To ...
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... thee has left but the **** The hop that once through Tara's halls Fly Got yet , ' t is just the hour Ok , think not my spirits are always as light Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow 299 285 This life is all chequer'd with ...
... thee has left but the **** The hop that once through Tara's halls Fly Got yet , ' t is just the hour Ok , think not my spirits are always as light Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow 299 285 This life is all chequer'd with ...
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... thee well • 314 Oh ! the days of youth . - French Air When first that smile . - Venetian Air . Peace to the slumberers ! -Catalonian Air . When thou shalt wander . - Sicilian Air Who'll buy my love - knots ? -Portuguese Air See , the ...
... thee well • 314 Oh ! the days of youth . - French Air When first that smile . - Venetian Air . Peace to the slumberers ! -Catalonian Air . When thou shalt wander . - Sicilian Air Who'll buy my love - knots ? -Portuguese Air See , the ...
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... thee Go , let me weep ! Love's light summer cloud • Come not , oh Lord ! Love , wand'ring through the golden maze . Were not the sinful Mary's tears Merrily every bosom boundeth As down in the sunless retreats Now let the warrior But ...
... thee Go , let me weep ! Love's light summer cloud • Come not , oh Lord ! Love , wand'ring through the golden maze . Were not the sinful Mary's tears Merrily every bosom boundeth As down in the sunless retreats Now let the warrior But ...
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Anacreon ancient angels Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm creon dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace hath heart Heaven holy hope hour Irish King kiss Lady Morgan Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Moore morning ne'er never night Note nymph o'er Persian Philostratus Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throne translation trembling turn'd twine vellum warm weep Whigs wild wing words young youth δε και
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Seite 320 - 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 dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Seite 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Seite 301 - 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 loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Seite 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head...
Seite 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Seite 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Seite 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Seite 301 - Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear...
Seite 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Seite 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...