The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - Всего страниц: 408 |
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... head To . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 3 95 EPISTLES , ODES , and OTHER POEMS . sive shade . ib . Dedication • Preface . EPISTLE VI . To Lord Viscount Forbes ib . Song . The wreath you wove 97 EPISTLE I. To Lord Viscount Strangford ...
... head To . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 3 95 EPISTLES , ODES , and OTHER POEMS . sive shade . ib . Dedication • Preface . EPISTLE VI . To Lord Viscount Forbes ib . Song . The wreath you wove 97 EPISTLE I. To Lord Viscount Strangford ...
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... head alone he is entitled to our praise . As a poet , since the lamented death of Byron , he stands almost without a competitor ; and as a prose - writer , he is highly respectable . Mr Moore is the only son of the late Mr Garret Moore ...
... head alone he is entitled to our praise . As a poet , since the lamented death of Byron , he stands almost without a competitor ; and as a prose - writer , he is highly respectable . Mr Moore is the only son of the late Mr Garret Moore ...
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... head of the table ; Mr Moore sat gers to each other ; but may I not flatter myself on his right hand , and Mr Moore sen . ( since dead ) , that from this night a new era of communion be- a venerable old gentleman , the father of our ...
... head of the table ; Mr Moore sat gers to each other ; but may I not flatter myself on his right hand , and Mr Moore sen . ( since dead ) , that from this night a new era of communion be- a venerable old gentleman , the father of our ...
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... head in a crowd - it belongs to an author , or the friend of one , and your great authors are supposed to pos- sess a quantity of communicable celebrity : an intimacy with one of them is a sort of principality , and a stray anecdote ...
... head in a crowd - it belongs to an author , or the friend of one , and your great authors are supposed to pos- sess a quantity of communicable celebrity : an intimacy with one of them is a sort of principality , and a stray anecdote ...
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... head mocking the skies , that wars with the thun- der - cloud and tempest , and round which the loud cataracts roar . We here conclude our sketch of Anacreon Moore , To whom the Lyre and Laurels have been give 1 , With all the trophies ...
... head mocking the skies , that wars with the thun- der - cloud and tempest , and round which the loud cataracts roar . We here conclude our sketch of Anacreon Moore , To whom the Lyre and Laurels have been give 1 , With all the trophies ...
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Стр. 320 - 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 lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Стр. 333 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Стр. 301 - 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 loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder...
Стр. 285 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR — The Brown Maid. On ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head...
Стр. 285 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Стр. 57 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Стр. 285 - OH ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ; Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns...
Стр. 301 - 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...
Стр. 302 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Стр. 27 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...