The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, EtcJ. Crissy, 1835 - 419 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... say , amiable wife and family . The fame of his genius , his of late ) the touching spectacle of the most sturdy po . social yet unpretending manners , and his musical litical chieftains pouring out at the grave of their most talents ...
... say , amiable wife and family . The fame of his genius , his of late ) the touching spectacle of the most sturdy po . social yet unpretending manners , and his musical litical chieftains pouring out at the grave of their most talents ...
xxii. oldal
... says Mr. Bunting ( in not be less certain than his present celebrity . his Historical and Critical Dissertation on the Harp , ) Like the gale that sighs along " that the further we explore , while yet any light reBeds of oriental ...
... says Mr. Bunting ( in not be less certain than his present celebrity . his Historical and Critical Dissertation on the Harp , ) Like the gale that sighs along " that the further we explore , while yet any light reBeds of oriental ...
xxiii. oldal
... says , “ the great men of the robberies , one of their Bardes in his praise will say , Irish septs , among the many officers of their family , that he was none of the idle milksops that was brought which continued always in the same ...
... says , “ the great men of the robberies , one of their Bardes in his praise will say , Irish septs , among the many officers of their family , that he was none of the idle milksops that was brought which continued always in the same ...
32. oldal
... say what spells renew , And made her think ev'n damning falsehood sweet . When least we look for it , thy broken ... says Sale , Threw startling shadows of dismay and doubt ;- from the murmuring of its watere . 1 But keep him what he ...
... say what spells renew , And made her think ev'n damning falsehood sweet . When least we look for it , thy broken ... says Sale , Threw startling shadows of dismay and doubt ;- from the murmuring of its watere . 1 But keep him what he ...
43. oldal
... says Ockley , means " God is most mighty . " 2 The ziraleet is a kind of chorus , which the women of the East sing ... say , LALLA ROOKH . 43.
... says Ockley , means " God is most mighty . " 2 The ziraleet is a kind of chorus , which the women of the East sing ... say , LALLA ROOKH . 43.
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fancy feel FERAMORZ fire flame flowers Ghebers glory glow gold grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Khorassan King kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet pure rose round says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne Transoxiania turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings wonder young youth
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321. oldal - 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.
330. oldal - 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.
352. oldal - 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...
362. oldal - 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.
333. oldal - 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...
362. oldal - 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.
330. oldal - 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...
361. oldal - 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.
338. oldal - 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.
334. oldal - 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.