The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Collected by Himself, 7. ciltLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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Sayfa xii
... eyes of the world . - - Of my visit to Lord Byron , an event , to me so memorable , I have already detailed all the most interesting particulars in my published Life of the poet ; and shall here * See p . 364. of this Volume . † See Vol ...
... eyes of the world . - - Of my visit to Lord Byron , an event , to me so memorable , I have already detailed all the most interesting particulars in my published Life of the poet ; and shall here * See p . 364. of this Volume . † See Vol ...
Sayfa 4
... eyes shine out , like poppies of the desert , over the wide and lifeless wilderness of that counte- nance . Having decided upon the Poet's chastisement in this manner , he thought it but humanity to " The application of whips or rods ...
... eyes shine out , like poppies of the desert , over the wide and lifeless wilderness of that counte- nance . Having decided upon the Poet's chastisement in this manner , he thought it but humanity to " The application of whips or rods ...
Sayfa 7
... eyes became smiling and animated . But here , in this dear valley , every moment appeared an age of pleasure ; she saw him all day , and was , therefore , all day happy , resembling , she often thought , that people of Zinge , who ...
... eyes became smiling and animated . But here , in this dear valley , every moment appeared an age of pleasure ; she saw him all day , and was , therefore , all day happy , resembling , she often thought , that people of Zinge , who ...
Sayfa 9
... eyes , and were beautiful still , though those eyes could see them no longer . This place , with its flowers and its holy silence , interrupted only by the dipping of the wings of birds in its marble basins filled with the pure water of ...
... eyes , and were beautiful still , though those eyes could see them no longer . This place , with its flowers and its holy silence , interrupted only by the dipping of the wings of birds in its marble basins filled with the pure water of ...
Sayfa 10
Thomas Moore. ing to the sweet voice of FERAMORZ , or reading in his eyes what yet he never dared to tell her , the most exquisite moments of her whole life were passed . One evening , when they had been talking of the Sultana Nourmahal ...
Thomas Moore. ing to the sweet voice of FERAMORZ , or reading in his eyes what yet he never dared to tell her , the most exquisite moments of her whole life were passed . One evening , when they had been talking of the Sultana Nourmahal ...
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beautiful beneath BIDDY FUDGE birds bless bliss bright brow call'd called Cashmere charms curst Daru dear delightful DICK divine DOLL DOLLY dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FABLE fair fancy FERAMORZ flame flowers France French FUDGE Genius glory grace Guercino Haram hath head heart heaven holy HOLY ALLIANCE hour Jacobin King Lake LALLA ROOKH Lama lampreys letter light look look'd looking-glasses Lord LORD BYRON Lordship Louis lov'd lute Madame de Staël maid Masaccio monarchs mong mountains ne'er never night NOURMAHAL o'er Palazzo Borghese Paris pass'd Paul Veronese PROEM racters Rhymes Rienzi Rome rose round Royal Royalty sacred seem'd seen shame shine shone short sigh smile song soul spirit stood sweet tell thee there's things thou thought throne touch'd turn'd Twas Twixt Ukase valley Venice wigs wings words young
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Sayfa 13 - ALAS ! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Sayfa 41 - 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.
Sayfa 69 - Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died — friendless and lorn ! How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow : — How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow...
Sayfa 357 - — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old ; And, as Youth counts the shining links, That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said * — " were he ordain'd to run " His long career of life again, " He would do all...
Sayfa 4 - But, never yet, by night or day, In dew of spring or summer's ray, Did the sweet Valley shine so gay As now it shines — all love and light, Visions by day and feasts by night ! A happier smile illumes each brow, With quicker spread each heart uncloses, And all is ecstasy, — for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses.
Sayfa 2 - Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave? Oh! to see it at sunset, — when warm o'er the Lake Its splendour at parting a summer eve throws, Like a bride, full of blushes, when ling'ring to take A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes...
Sayfa 20 - The tube-rose, with her silvery light, That in the gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright, She comes out when the sun's away.
Sayfa 382 - AY — down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, From this hour, let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.
Sayfa 29 - Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice Morn on the Indian steep, From her cabined loop-hole peep, 140 And to the tell-tale Sun descry Our concealed solemnity.
Sayfa 3 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet...