The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &cJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 670 |
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Strona ix
... Fear not that , while around thee 512 Fragment of a Character 543 When Love is kind 512 The Devil among the Scholars 584 The Garland I send thee . 512 How shall I woo ? . 512 Fum and Hum , the two Birds of Royalty 587 Epistle from Tom ...
... Fear not that , while around thee 512 Fragment of a Character 543 When Love is kind 512 The Devil among the Scholars 584 The Garland I send thee . 512 How shall I woo ? . 512 Fum and Hum , the two Birds of Royalty 587 Epistle from Tom ...
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... fear . Then ( hear it , all you Powers above ! ) I fought with Love , I fought with Love ! And now his arrows all were shed- And I had just in terver fed- When , heaving an indignant sigh , To see me thus unwounded fly , And having now ...
... fear . Then ( hear it , all you Powers above ! ) I fought with Love , I fought with Love ! And now his arrows all were shed- And I had just in terver fed- When , heaving an indignant sigh , To see me thus unwounded fly , And having now ...
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... fear ; Now from the sunny apple seek The velvet down that spreads his cheek ! There Softness , bewitchingly simple , Has chosen her innocent nest . 3 This delicate art of description , which leaves imagination to complete the picture ...
... fear ; Now from the sunny apple seek The velvet down that spreads his cheek ! There Softness , bewitchingly simple , Has chosen her innocent nest . 3 This delicate art of description , which leaves imagination to complete the picture ...
Strona 24
... fear , alas ! I fear They will for ever nestle here ! ODE XXVI . THY harp may sing of Troy's alarms , Or tell the tale of Theban arms ; With other wars my soul shall burn , For other wounds my harp shall mourn . ' Twas not the crested ...
... fear , alas ! I fear They will for ever nestle here ! ODE XXVI . THY harp may sing of Troy's alarms , Or tell the tale of Theban arms ; With other wars my soul shall burn , For other wounds my harp shall mourn . ' Twas not the crested ...
Strona 27
... fear deceit a lonely child I wander o'er the gloomy wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! ' I hear the baby's tale of woe ; I hear the bitter night - winds blow ; And , sighing for his piteous ...
... fear deceit a lonely child I wander o'er the gloomy wild . Chill drops the rain , and not a ray Illumes the drear and misty way ! ' I hear the baby's tale of woe ; I hear the bitter night - winds blow ; And , sighing for his piteous ...
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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.