The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - Всего страниц: 408 |
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Стр. iii
... sigh Lines written on leaving Philadelphia . ib . The Lake of the Dismal Swamp The Fall of Hebe 103 EPISTLE III . To the Marchioness Dowager of Το That wrinkle when first 105 Anacreontic . ib . The Genius of Harmony EPISTLE IV . To G ...
... sigh Lines written on leaving Philadelphia . ib . The Lake of the Dismal Swamp The Fall of Hebe 103 EPISTLE III . To the Marchioness Dowager of Το That wrinkle when first 105 Anacreontic . ib . The Genius of Harmony EPISTLE IV . To G ...
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... sigh delays The sky is bright Here , take my heart . Sappho at her loom Oh ! call it by some better name Poor wounded heart ! Weeping for thee Pale broken flower ! The Romaika . The pretty rose - tree The War Dance The East Indian . As ...
... sigh delays The sky is bright Here , take my heart . Sappho at her loom Oh ! call it by some better name Poor wounded heart ! Weeping for thee Pale broken flower ! The Romaika . The pretty rose - tree The War Dance The East Indian . As ...
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... sigh , That face is my apology . Gentlemen , notwithstanding the witty song which you have just heard , and the flattering elevation which the author has assigned me , I cannot allow such a mark of respect to be paid to the illustrious ...
... sigh , That face is my apology . Gentlemen , notwithstanding the witty song which you have just heard , and the flattering elevation which the author has assigned me , I cannot allow such a mark of respect to be paid to the illustrious ...
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... sigh around them in decay , and by its mournful sound awaken all the recollections of their former glory . Thus ... sighs along Beds of oriental flowers , Almost every European nation has a kind of primitive music , peculiar to itself ...
... sigh around them in decay , and by its mournful sound awaken all the recollections of their former glory . Thus ... sighs along Beds of oriental flowers , Almost every European nation has a kind of primitive music , peculiar to itself ...
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... sigh . A sentiment is lost in a simile - the simile is overloaded with an epithet . It is « like morn risen on mid - noon . » No eventful story , no powerful contrast , no moral , none of the sordid details of human life- ( all is ...
... sigh . A sentiment is lost in a simile - the simile is overloaded with an epithet . It is « like morn risen on mid - noon . » No eventful story , no powerful contrast , no moral , none of the sordid details of human life- ( all is ...
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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...