The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 747 |
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... dark , ' Tis only wine can strike a spark ! 5 Then let me quaff the foamy tide , And through the dance meandering glide ; Let me imbibe the spicy breath Of odours chaf'd to fragrant death ; Or from the lips of love inhale A more ...
... dark , ' Tis only wine can strike a spark ! 5 Then let me quaff the foamy tide , And through the dance meandering glide ; Let me imbibe the spicy breath Of odours chaf'd to fragrant death ; Or from the lips of love inhale A more ...
Strona 53
... darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Had long been remember'd with awe and dismay ; For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls , And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day . Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a ...
... darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Had long been remember'd with awe and dismay ; For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls , And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day . Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a ...
Strona 130
... dark , Fast gliding along a gloomy bark ? Her sails are full , though the wind is still , And there blows not a breath her sails to fill ! Say what doth that vessel of darkness bear ? The silent calm of the grave is there , Save now and ...
... dark , Fast gliding along a gloomy bark ? Her sails are full , though the wind is still , And there blows not a breath her sails to fill ! Say what doth that vessel of darkness bear ? The silent calm of the grave is there , Save now and ...
Strona 137
... dark deceit And with'ring insult - for the Union thrown Into thy bitter cup4 , when that alone Of slavery's draught was wanting — if for this Revenge be sweet , thou hast that dæmon's bliss ; For , sure , ' tis more than hell's revenge ...
... dark deceit And with'ring insult - for the Union thrown Into thy bitter cup4 , when that alone Of slavery's draught was wanting — if for this Revenge be sweet , thou hast that dæmon's bliss ; For , sure , ' tis more than hell's revenge ...
Strona 177
... Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the tear , Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights- Thou , of the Hundred Fights !? Thou , on whose burning tongue ...
... Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the tear , Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights- Thou , of the Hundred Fights !? Thou , on whose burning tongue ...
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Strona 172 - 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. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Strona 224 - 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 has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strona 187 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strona 241 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Strona 222 - Those joyous hours are past 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...
Strona 173 - 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.
Strona 348 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Strona 177 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
Strona 247 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day; Neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: But the LORD shall be unto thee an everlasting light, And thy God thy glory. Thy sun shall no more go down; Neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: For the LORD shall be thine everlasting light, And the days of thy mourning shall be ended.
Strona 125 - 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...