The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 |
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Strona iv
... Death of a Lady 66 To Rosa • 67 flower ' . 44 Nature's Labels · 67 75 . • Monarch Love ! resistless boy ' 76. Spirit of Love ! whose tresses shine ' 44 To Julia • 68 To Julia • 68 45 Sympathy 69 · Hither , gentle Muse of mine ' 77 . 78 ...
... Death of a Lady 66 To Rosa • 67 flower ' . 44 Nature's Labels · 67 75 . • Monarch Love ! resistless boy ' 76. Spirit of Love ! whose tresses shine ' 44 To Julia • 68 To Julia • 68 45 Sympathy 69 · Hither , gentle Muse of mine ' 77 . 78 ...
Strona ix
... Death of Mr. P - r - i- 612 Corn and Catholics 613 The Periwinkles and the Locusts 614 A Case of Libel . 615 Literary Advertisement 616 The Slave 617 v - 1 . ' I never give a kiss , ' says Prue 618 570 " Lines on the Death of Sh - r - d ...
... Death of Mr. P - r - i- 612 Corn and Catholics 613 The Periwinkles and the Locusts 614 A Case of Libel . 615 Literary Advertisement 616 The Slave 617 v - 1 . ' I never give a kiss , ' says Prue 618 570 " Lines on the Death of Sh - r - d ...
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... death was singular . We are told that in the eighty - fifth year of his age he was choked by a grape - stone ; and however we may smile at their enthusiastic partiality , who pretend that it was a peculiar indulgence of Heaven , which ...
... death was singular . We are told that in the eighty - fifth year of his age he was choked by a grape - stone ; and however we may smile at their enthusiastic partiality , who pretend that it was a peculiar indulgence of Heaven , which ...
Strona 26
... death ? No , no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe the balsam flow- ing : Now let the rose with blush of fire Upon my brow its scent expire ; And ...
... death ? No , no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe the balsam flow- ing : Now let the rose with blush of fire Upon my brow its scent expire ; And ...
Strona 30
... death : Or from the kiss of love inhale A more voluptuous , richer gale ! To souls that court the phantom Care , Let him retire and shroud him there ; While we exhaust the nectared bowl , And swell the choral song of soul poet , who ...
... death : Or from the kiss of love inhale A more voluptuous , richer gale ! To souls that court the phantom Care , Let him retire and shroud him there ; While we exhaust the nectared bowl , And swell the choral song of soul poet , who ...
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Strona 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Strona 425 - 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 dimmed 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 190 - 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 423 - Those joyous hours are passed 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 ! Moore.
Strona 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Strona 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Strona 201 - 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.
Strona 171 - 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. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strona 217 - DEAR 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...
Strona 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.