 Then awake ! the heavens look bright, my dear! Tis never too late for delight, my dear ! , And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love ! But the sage, his starwatch...  The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore - 319. oldalszerző: Thomas Moore - 1841Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 790 oldal
...is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch Keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious fur, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Then...dear, Or, in watching the flight Of bodies of light, H > might happen to take thee for one, my dear. THE MINSTREL ВОУ. THE Minstrel Boy to the war is... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1854 - 184 oldal
...till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's glass we'1l shun, my dear, Or, in watehing the flight Of hodies of light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear. THE MINSTREL-BOY. TRE Minstrel-hoy to the war la gone, In the ranks of death yon '11 find him ; His father's sword he... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1854 - 340 oldal
...awake till rise of sun, my dear, But the sage's glass well shun, my dear; Lest in watching tho lii.tit, Of bodies of light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear I" But our sage was too wise to try a telescopic view. He adhered to his old rule of thinking, but... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 362 oldal
...the night, my dear ! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage his star-watch keeping, love ; And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear ! " To conclude, Thomas Moore has been styled the national poet of Ireland ; and so he is, in the same... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 408 oldal
...the night, my dear ! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...! — till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's glass we '11 shun, my dear, Or, in watching the flight Of bodies of light, He might happen to take thee for... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 348 oldal
...the night, my dear. Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...! — till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's glass we 'll shun, my dear, Or, in watching the flight Of bodies of light, He might happen to take thee for... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 136 oldal
...ntvvvQa. WKT04 OVK Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear. bapdavov<r' TIS ovpavovyovs 'Ay\a<aTepos /i(l\' 0vpt'8o? y or IK 5 fj^ios ye WAAj M7) Keivos, ovpavov... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 364 oldal
...the night, my dear ! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-wateh keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that easement peeping, love. Then awake ! — till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's glass we'll shun, my... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 oldal
...honourable, and exemplary, Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...might happen' to take thee for one, my dear ! THE MINSTREL BOY. Air— "The Moreen." THE minstrel-boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 174 oldal
...night, my deal ! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage, his star- watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from...• The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear ; Or, in wutching the flight THE MINSTKEL BOY. Air—" The Moreen." ; THE minstrel-boy to the war is gone, In... | |
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