The poetical works of Thomas Moore, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti1883 |
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... Dropped on a bed of Autumn's withered leaves , Did every tale of these enthusiasts find In the wild maiden's sorrow - blighted mind . All fire , at once the maddening zeal she caught ; - Elect of Paradise ! blest , rapturous thought ...
... Dropped on a bed of Autumn's withered leaves , Did every tale of these enthusiasts find In the wild maiden's sorrow - blighted mind . All fire , at once the maddening zeal she caught ; - Elect of Paradise ! blest , rapturous thought ...
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... drop they quaffed , Like Zemzem's Spring of Holiness , + had power To freshen the soul's virtues into flower ! And still he drank and pondered - nor could see The approaching maid , so deep his reverie ; At length , with fiendish laugh ...
... drop they quaffed , Like Zemzem's Spring of Holiness , + had power To freshen the soul's virtues into flower ! And still he drank and pondered - nor could see The approaching maid , so deep his reverie ; At length , with fiendish laugh ...
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... drop life's essence burns ; ' Twill make that soul all fire , those eyes all light- Come , come , I want thy loveliest smiles to - night : There is a youth - why start ? -thou sawest him then ; Looked he not nobly ? such the godlike men ...
... drop life's essence burns ; ' Twill make that soul all fire , those eyes all light- Come , come , I want thy loveliest smiles to - night : There is a youth - why start ? -thou sawest him then ; Looked he not nobly ? such the godlike men ...
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... drop About the gardens , drunk with that sweet food + Whose scent hath lured them o'er the summer flood ; And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon ; In short , all rare and beauteous things that ...
... drop About the gardens , drunk with that sweet food + Whose scent hath lured them o'er the summer flood ; And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon ; In short , all rare and beauteous things that ...
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... drop flows From the heat of the sky By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which - oh could it last , This earth were heaven ! We call thee ...
... drop flows From the heat of the sky By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which - oh could it last , This earth were heaven ! We call thee ...
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Page 74 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Page 374 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 53 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 135 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 353 - tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, Beauty lies In many eyes, But love in yours, my Nora Creina. Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it, Not a charm of beauty's mould Presumes to stay where Nature placed it. Oh ! my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.
Page 62 - twas a sight — that Heaven — that child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by ! And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.
Page 380 - When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven; Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are Thine. III. 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 380 - 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; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Page 335 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Page 370 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that's haunted.