 | Thomas Moore - 1881 - 544 oldal
...only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. FLY NOT YET. FLY not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorus the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sous of night, And maids who love the moon ! 'Twas... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 oldal
...herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her I Sm JOHN SUCKLING. fig not |)et. FLY not yet— 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon ! 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; Tis then their soft... | |
 | Jehiel Keeler Hoyt, Anna Lydia Ward - 1882 - 926 oldal
...n Aflernoon in February. At shut of evening flowers. if. MILTON— Paradise Lout. Bk. IX. Line 278. Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like...midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begin« to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. e. MOOBE— Fly Nut Yet. О how grandly... | |
 | Jehiel Keeler Hoyt - 1882 - 914 oldal
...February. At shut of evening flowers. d. MILTON— Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 278. Fly not yet, 'tis jnet her ripe lip, seeiu'd not to know What guests were...in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from d lor sons of night, And maids who love the moon. e. MOOBE— Fly Not Yet. О how grandly cometh Even,... | |
 | 1882 - 1434 oldal
...An Afternoon in February. At shut of evening (lowers. d. MILTON— Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 278. l of Spring. HOLINESS. Holiness and happiness are always an indissolvuble connection ; eyu of vulgar light, Begins to bloom lor sons of night, And maids who love the moon. e. MOOBB— Fty... | |
 | Familiar quotations - 1883 - 942 oldal
...th.it once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. The harp that once. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly not yet. O stay! — O stay! — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 't... | |
 | Alfred Perceval Graves - 1884 - 378 oldal
...young hours to the music of May, Thus mingle sweet song and sunshine together ! MOORE. FLY NOT YET. LY not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; 'Tis then their soft attractions... | |
 | Alfred Perceval Graves - 1884 - 340 oldal
...scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; 'Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh ! stay — oh ! stay... | |
 | 1885 - 686 oldal
...only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. FLY NOT YET. FLY not yet; 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made; Tis then their soft attractions... | |
 | 1902 - 222 oldal
...distantly from the darkness-covered water is a mad, gay, delicious sprite. 182 THE HARVARD MONTHLY. l'~ly not yet; 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the...bloom for sons of night. And maids who love the moon. —Moore. The undisturbed chirping of happy insects prepares the Noxian for the transcendent marvel... | |
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Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh! stay, — Oh! stay, — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 'tis pain To break its links so soon. 
