| 1822 - 214 sayfa
...life's happy measu; Than When his way lies among flowers. But come, may our life's happy measure, He all of such moments made up ; They're born on the...of pleasure, They die 'midst the tears of the cup. How brilliant the sun look'd in sinking, Should be like the farewell of light. You saw how he nnisliM... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 sayfa
...wilderness smile! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries, “Onward!” and spurs the gay hours; And never does Time travel faster, Than when his way lies...Pleasure. They die ‘midst the tears of the cup. •,ll¿. This evening, we saw the sun sinking In waters his glory made brightOh! tnist me, our farewell... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 sayfa
...wilderness smile! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries, " Onward! " and spurs the gay hours And never does Time travel faster, Than when his way lies...of Pleasure They die 'midst the tears of the cup. m. This evening, we saw the sun sinking In waters his glory made bright— Oh ! trust me, our farewell... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 sayfa
...cup. As onward we journey, how pleasant To pause and inhabit a while But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries " onward !" and spurs the gay hours— Ah! never...of Pleasure, They die midst the tears of the cup. flow brilliant the sun look'd in sinking ! The waters beneath him how bright! Oh! trust me, the farewell... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 sayfa
...sunny spots, like the present, That 'mid the dull wilderness smile! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries " onward " and spurs the gay hours— Ah! never...faster, Than when his way lies among flowers. But come may our life's happy measure, Be all of such moments made up; They're born on the bosom of pleasure,... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 sayfa
...dull wilderness smile ! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries, "Onward! and spurs the gay hours; And never does Time travel faster, Than when his way lies...of Pleasure They die 'midst the tears of the cup. III. This evening, we saw the sun sinking In waters his glory made bright— Oh! trust me, our farewell... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 sayfa
...pitiless master Críes, « Onward !• and spurs the gay hours ; And never does Time trarel faster Tli,HI when his way lies among flowers. But, come—may our...life's happy measure Be all of such moments made up; They 're born on lin- boaom of pleasure, They die 'mid*t the tears of the cup. This evening, we saw... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 sayfa
...and spurs the gay hours ; And never does Time travel faster Than when his way líes among (lowers. But, come—may our life's happy measure Be all of such moments made up; They 're horn on the bottoni of pleasure, They die 'midst the tears of the cup. This evening, we saw... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1832 - 312 sayfa
...wilderness smile! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries, " Onward! " and spurs the gay hours ; And never does Time travel faster, Than when his way lies...of Pleasure They die 'midst the tears of the cup. III. This evening, we saw the sun sinking In waters his glory made bright— Oh ! trust me, our farewell... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 sayfa
...pitiless master, Cries, " Onward !" and spurs the gay hours ; And never docs Time travel faster Thau when his way lies among flowers. But, come—may our...life's happy measure Be all of such moments made up ; They 're born on the bosom of pleasure. They die 'midst the tears of the cup. This evening we saw... | |
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