The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle1863 |
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... Song of the Shirt " reveals the many - sided genius of Hood . In " The Irish Melo- dies , " we find displayed all the elements that have made Moore's poetry admired - graceful fancy , pretty sentiment , musical cadence , and happily ...
... Song of the Shirt " reveals the many - sided genius of Hood . In " The Irish Melo- dies , " we find displayed all the elements that have made Moore's poetry admired - graceful fancy , pretty sentiment , musical cadence , and happily ...
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... song , " Dear Harp of my Country ! " Dear Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , The cold chains of silence had hung o'er thee long , When proudly , my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee , And gave all thy chords to light ...
... song , " Dear Harp of my Country ! " Dear Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , The cold chains of silence had hung o'er thee long , When proudly , my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee , And gave all thy chords to light ...
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... song hast taught , " A Dream- " I thought this heart consuming lay , " Written in a Common - place Book- " This tribute , ” The Tear- " On beds of snow the moonbeam slept , ' To Julia , weeping- " Oh ! if your tears are given , " Song ...
... song hast taught , " A Dream- " I thought this heart consuming lay , " Written in a Common - place Book- " This tribute , ” The Tear- " On beds of snow the moonbeam slept , ' To Julia , weeping- " Oh ! if your tears are given , " Song ...
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... Song of Evil Spirit of the Woods- " Now the vapour , ' To the Hon . W. R. Spencer- " Thou oft hast told me , " Ballad Stanzas- " I knew by the smoke , " Canadian Boat - Song- " Faintly as tolls the evening chime , " To Lady Charlotte ...
... Song of Evil Spirit of the Woods- " Now the vapour , ' To the Hon . W. R. Spencer- " Thou oft hast told me , " Ballad Stanzas- " I knew by the smoke , " Canadian Boat - Song- " Faintly as tolls the evening chime , " To Lady Charlotte ...
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... Song " Though sacred the tie that our country , ' 396 " When Charles was deceived by the maid he loved , " 397 ... SONGS : - : - " Thou art , O God , the life and light , " " The bird , let loose in eastern skies , ' " Fallen is thy ...
... Song " Though sacred the tie that our country , ' 396 " When Charles was deceived by the maid he loved , " 397 ... SONGS : - : - " Thou art , O God , the life and light , " " The bird , let loose in eastern skies , ' " Fallen is thy ...
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Page 439 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Page 421 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 25 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 447 - 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 / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
Page 415 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Page 400 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...
Page 60 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Page 398 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 460 - And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Page 460 - OH, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly ? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, Would wait till time decay'd it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it f Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all, Who live to weep our fall...