The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, EtcJ. Crissy, 1835 - 419 sidor |
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... live for were present ; Lord Trimblestown was in the chair , some time out of it - paying this feeble tribute to that supported on his right by Mr. Moore , and on his left most noble country ; nor can I doubt the cordiality by the Earl ...
... live for were present ; Lord Trimblestown was in the chair , some time out of it - paying this feeble tribute to that supported on his right by Mr. Moore , and on his left most noble country ; nor can I doubt the cordiality by the Earl ...
Sida xv
... lives will promany misrepresented passages in his conduct ; or bably appear , professing to be that identical copy , of in regard to the world , which is thus robbed of a whose existence no one will consent to doubt . No treasure that ...
... lives will promany misrepresented passages in his conduct ; or bably appear , professing to be that identical copy , of in regard to the world , which is thus robbed of a whose existence no one will consent to doubt . No treasure that ...
Sida xxi
... live in his ' Irish Melo- hearing one of his own melodies re - echoed from a dies ; ' they will go down to posterity with the music ; bugle in the mountains of Killarney , ) both will last as long as Ireland , or as music and Oh ...
... live in his ' Irish Melo- hearing one of his own melodies re - echoed from a dies ; ' they will go down to posterity with the music ; bugle in the mountains of Killarney , ) both will last as long as Ireland , or as music and Oh ...
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... live or fear'd to die ;No art was spar'd , no witchery ; -all the skill Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath ... lives. ,. though. Reason's. self. be. wreck'd. ,. Her. brain. ,. her. heart. ,. her. passions. all. inflam'd. ,. To him ...
... live or fear'd to die ;No art was spar'd , no witchery ; -all the skill Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath ... lives. ,. though. Reason's. self. be. wreck'd. ,. Her. brain. ,. her. heart. ,. her. passions. all. inflam'd. ,. To him ...
Sida 34
... live , the wanton of a fiend ! to be The pander of his guilt - oh , infamy ! And sunk , myself , as low as hell can steep In its hot flood , drag others down as deep ! Others ? -ha ! yes - that youth who came to - day- Not him I lov'd ...
... live , the wanton of a fiend ! to be The pander of his guilt - oh , infamy ! And sunk , myself , as low as hell can steep In its hot flood , drag others down as deep ! Others ? -ha ! yes - that youth who came to - day- Not him I lov'd ...
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Sida 321 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Sida 330 - 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.
Sida 352 - When I remember all The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Sida 362 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triurnph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave — • How vain was their boasting ! — The Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd, — his people are free.
Sida 333 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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. So soon may...
Sida 362 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Sida 330 - Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! 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...
Sida 361 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Sida 338 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning.
Sida 334 - 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.