 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - 580 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...Like this to-night, that oh ! 'tis pain To break its link so soon. Fly uot yet, the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade,* Though icy... | |
 | 1865 - 408 oldal
...scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'T was but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and...seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 't is pain To break its links so soon. Fly not yet, the fount that play'd In times of old through... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1867 - 474 oldal
...vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids that love the moon ! 'Twas but to bless those hours of shade, That beauty and the moon were made...its links so soon. Fly not yet,— the fount that strayed, In times of old, through Ammon's shade, Though icy cold by day it ran, Yet still, like souls... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1869 - 222 oldal
...the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas hut to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the...glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh stay Î — Oh stay ! — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that 0 ! 'tis pain To break its... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 514 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...tides and goblets flowing. Oh! stay,— Oh! stay,— >v Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh, 'tis pain To break its links so soon.... | |
 | John Pendleton Kennedy - 1872 - 590 oldal
...repeating some lines, which, it strikes me, I have heard before. They ran something in this wise: — " Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 'tis pain To break its links so sooa" — T am positive Prudence is not the author of these lines — she must have borrowed them.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 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 ; "i'is then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh ! stay, — oh !... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 oldal
...the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly not yet. Oh stay ! — Oh stay ! — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 't is pain To break its links so soon. . ibid. And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers... | |
 | Westminster St. James's hall - 1875 - 26 oldal
...scorns the eye of vulgar Jight, 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 affections glowing, Set the tides and goblet flowing. Oh, stay ! oh, stay ! Joy so seldom weaves a... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 oldal
...the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly not yet. Oh stay ! — Oh stay ! — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 't is pain To break its links so soon. Kid. And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is... | |
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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. 
