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Könyvek 109 / 1 - 10. könyv a(z) Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every... kifejezésre.
" Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora... "
A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems - 62. oldal
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1859 - 160 oldal
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 oldal
...Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my NORA CREINA ! III. LESBIA hath a wit ren'n'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell, if they 're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my NORA'S heart, In safer slumber...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 111 oldal
...wear, mv Nora Creina! Who can tell if they're desigu'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us? Pillow 'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber love reposes ;— Bed of peace ! whose roughest par Is but the crumpling of the roses! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crein* !...

The Ladies' pocket magazine

...Creina ; Nature's dress in loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazsle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumher love reposes...

The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, 3. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 6 oldal
...Creina ! Nature's dress Is loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refin'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...; Bed of peace ! whose roughest part - Is but the crumbling of the roses ! Oh, my Nora Crcina, dear ! My mild, my artles, Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - 595 oldal
...round us, Who rau tell if they 're design'd To da/zle merely or to wound us? Pillow'fl on my Non's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes — Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is but (he crumpling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Crein.i, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcin.i! Wit, though...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1829 - 595 oldal
...arc gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're dcsign'd To dazzle merely or to wound us? Pillo w'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes...Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcina! Wit, though bright, Hath not the light That warms your eyes, my Nora Creina! 1 SAW THY FORM...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc ...

Thomas Moore - 1829 - 408 oldal
...gleaming round ut, Who can tell if they 're dewgn'd To d.izzle merely or to wound usf pillow'd on my Nun's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes— Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is hut the crumpling of the rose«. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artlc&s Nora Creina! \Vit, though...

Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, 10. kötet

1834
...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Norah Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined ; But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillowed on my Norah's breast, In safer slumber Lovo reposes...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, Etc

Thomas Moore - 1835 - 419 oldal
...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...— Bed of peace ! whose roughest part Is but the crumbling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear ! My mild, my artless Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,...

The reliques of father Prout, collected and arranged by Oliver Yorke

Francis Sylvester Mahony - 1836
...Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Norah Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refined ; But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my Norah's breast, In safer slumber Love reposes — Bed of peace, whose roughest part Is but the crumpling...




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