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Strona vii
... the Mourner's Tear 322 Weep not for those 322 • Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice ' 282 The turf shall be my Fragrant Shrine 323 Sound the Loud Timbrel 324 viii SACRED SONGS - continued . Go , let me CONTENTS . vii.
... the Mourner's Tear 322 Weep not for those 322 • Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice ' 282 The turf shall be my Fragrant Shrine 323 Sound the Loud Timbrel 324 viii SACRED SONGS - continued . Go , let me CONTENTS . vii.
Strona 14
... sound ! Oft too by Claros ' hallowed spring , * The votaries of the laurelled king Quaff the inspiring magic stream , And rave in wild prophetic dream . But frenzied dreams are not for me . Great Bacchus is my deity ! Full of mirth ...
... sound ! Oft too by Claros ' hallowed spring , * The votaries of the laurelled king Quaff the inspiring magic stream , And rave in wild prophetic dream . But frenzied dreams are not for me . Great Bacchus is my deity ! Full of mirth ...
Strona 17
... sound ; Or with gently - fanning wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow ...
... sound ; Or with gently - fanning wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow ...
Strona 31
... sound ! Let the bright nymph , with trembling eve , Beside me all in blushes lie ; At length to Fortune , and to you , Delusive Hope ! a last adieu . The charm that once beguiled is o'er , And I have reached my destined shore ! Away ...
... sound ! Let the bright nymph , with trembling eve , Beside me all in blushes lie ; At length to Fortune , and to you , Delusive Hope ! a last adieu . The charm that once beguiled is o'er , And I have reached my destined shore ! Away ...
Strona 40
... sound for sound Muse of the Lyre ! illume my dream , Thy Phoebus is my fancy's theme ; And hallowed is the harp I bear , And hallowed is the wreath I wear , Hallowed by him , the god of lays , Who modulates the choral maze ! I sing the ...
... sound for sound Muse of the Lyre ! illume my dream , Thy Phoebus is my fancy's theme ; And hallowed is the harp I bear , And hallowed is the wreath I wear , Hallowed by him , the god of lays , Who modulates the choral maze ! I sing the ...
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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.