The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Complete in One VolumeD. Appleton, 1853 - 747 pages |
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... heart Oh , call it by some better name ....... Poor wounded heart . The East Indian When thou art nigh ... ............... 363 ......... 346 Song of a Hyperborean 363 ... 346 Thou bidd'st me sing ...... ......... 363 346 Poor broken ...
... heart Oh , call it by some better name ....... Poor wounded heart . The East Indian When thou art nigh ... ............... 363 ......... 346 Song of a Hyperborean 363 ... 346 Thou bidd'st me sing ...... ......... 363 346 Poor broken ...
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... heart ; And I have thought that peace of mind Should not be for a smile resign'd : And so repell'd the tender lure , And hoped my heart would sleep secure But , slighted in his boasted charms , The angry infant flew to arms ; He slung ...
... heart ; And I have thought that peace of mind Should not be for a smile resign'd : And so repell'd the tender lure , And hoped my heart would sleep secure But , slighted in his boasted charms , The angry infant flew to arms ; He slung ...
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... heart , unfettered by any one object , was warm with devo- tion towards the sex in general . Cowley is indebted to this ode for the hint of his ballad , called " The Chronicle ; " and the learned Menage has imitated it in a Greek ...
... heart , unfettered by any one object , was warm with devo- tion towards the sex in general . Cowley is indebted to this ode for the hint of his ballad , called " The Chronicle ; " and the learned Menage has imitated it in a Greek ...
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... heart , " What can now relief impart ? Can brimming bowl , or flowret's dew , Cool the flame that scorches you ? Sweet the little founts that weep , Lulling soft the mind to sleep ; Hark ! they whisper as they roll , Calm persuasion to ...
... heart , " What can now relief impart ? Can brimming bowl , or flowret's dew , Cool the flame that scorches you ? Sweet the little founts that weep , Lulling soft the mind to sleep ; Hark ! they whisper as they roll , Calm persuasion to ...
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... heart ? Ah , no ! I fear , in sadness fear , They will forever nestle here ! Nor naval arms , nor mailed steed , Have made this vanquish'd bosorn bleed ; No - ' twas from eyes of liquid blue , A host of quiver'd Cupids flew ; 2 And now ...
... heart ? Ah , no ! I fear , in sadness fear , They will forever nestle here ! Nor naval arms , nor mailed steed , Have made this vanquish'd bosorn bleed ; No - ' twas from eyes of liquid blue , A host of quiver'd Cupids flew ; 2 And now ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless bless'd blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurean Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet Quadrille rose round Sappho seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought throne turn'd Twas Twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Page 230 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 232 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Page 245 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! 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.
Page 282 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 246 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Page 298 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Page 251 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Page 449 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie. With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Page 231 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker, or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Page 235 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.