The poetical works of Thomas MooreA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 595 páginas |
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... arms Woman The Snow Spirit Ballad Stanzas I stole along the flowery bank Το On the Loss of a Letter intended for Nea A Vision of Philosophy I found her not . Το A Kiss à l'Antique . Dreams EPISTLE V. To Joseph Atkinson , Esquire To Mrs ...
... arms Woman The Snow Spirit Ballad Stanzas I stole along the flowery bank Το On the Loss of a Letter intended for Nea A Vision of Philosophy I found her not . Το A Kiss à l'Antique . Dreams EPISTLE V. To Joseph Atkinson , Esquire To Mrs ...
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... arms every them . " where . But for that genuine high - mindedness , which has honesty for its basis - the only sure foundation upon which any thing lofty was ever In 1822 , our author made a second visit to Pa- ris , where he resided ...
... arms every them . " where . But for that genuine high - mindedness , which has honesty for its basis - the only sure foundation upon which any thing lofty was ever In 1822 , our author made a second visit to Pa- ris , where he resided ...
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... arms ; the sailor loves to hear the praises of those who have encountered the perils of the deep and of naval warfare ; so I cannot help feeling somewhat like a similar pleasure from the approbation of those who have laboured with me in ...
... arms ; the sailor loves to hear the praises of those who have encountered the perils of the deep and of naval warfare ; so I cannot help feeling somewhat like a similar pleasure from the approbation of those who have laboured with me in ...
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... were ready , and deprived them of their fire - arms . On drawing their con- tents , the compound of « villanous saltpetre » was found , but the cold lead , will live in his Irish Melodies ' ; they will X A SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
... were ready , and deprived them of their fire - arms . On drawing their con- tents , the compound of « villanous saltpetre » was found , but the cold lead , will live in his Irish Melodies ' ; they will X A SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
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... arms and valiant enterprises - that he did never eat his meat before he had won it with his sword ; that he lay not all night in slugging in a cabin under his mantle , but used commonly to keep others waking to defend their lives ; and ...
... arms and valiant enterprises - that he did never eat his meat before he had won it with his sword ; that he lay not all night in slugging in a cabin under his mantle , but used commonly to keep others waking to defend their lives ; and ...
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AIR-The Anacreon angels bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero cold creon dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow Haram harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round Sappho seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit Sprite star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought turn'd warm wave weep wild wings words young youth και
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Página 328 - 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.
Página 301 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Página 318 - 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.
Página 303 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. "Was not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty's all our own.
Página 328 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Página 302 - FAREWELL !— but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
Página 12 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 58 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Página 327 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine.
Página 294 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...