The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

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H. Frowde, 1910 - 751 oldal
 

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156. oldal - There cannot be imagined a more happy illustration of the inseparability of Church and State, and their (what is called) 'standing and falling together.' than this ancient apologue of Jack and Jill. Jack, of course, represents the State in this ingenious little allegory. Jack fell down, And broke his Crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
234. oldal - Ixxiv. 16, 17. THOU art, O GOD, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee. And all things fair and bright are Thine ! Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, When Day, with
234. oldal - LORD ! are Thine. When youthful Spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the Summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine ! SACRED SONGS
115. oldal - tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon. Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayers, Oh, grant us cool heavens and favouring airs. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON
218. oldal - and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather ; 1
654. oldal - For a certain man named Demetrius, a silversmith, which made shrines for Diana, brought no small gain unto the craftsmen ; whom he called together with the workmen of like occupation, and said, Sirs, ye know that by this craft we have our wealth.'—Acts xix.
214. oldal - Those joyous hours are pass'd 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,
115. oldal - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
370. oldal - How the waters of Heaven outshine them all ! ' Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all!
237. oldal - There's nothing bright, above, below. From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy Deity There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy Love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again ! SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL MIRIAM'S SONG

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