The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Collected by Himself, 7. ciltLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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Sayfa 6
... happy to remain for ever , giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world , for FERAMORZ and love in this sweet , lonely valley . But the time was now fast ap- proaching when she must see him no longer , limits it was not thought ...
... happy to remain for ever , giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world , for FERAMORZ and love in this sweet , lonely valley . But the time was now fast ap- proaching when she must see him no longer , limits it was not thought ...
Sayfa 7
... happy , resembling , she often thought , that people of Zinge , who attribute the unfading cheerful- " The inhabitants of this country ( Zinge ) are never af- flicted with sadness or melancholy ; on this subject the Sheikh Abu - al ...
... happy , resembling , she often thought , that people of Zinge , who attribute the unfading cheerful- " The inhabitants of this country ( Zinge ) are never af- flicted with sadness or melancholy ; on this subject the Sheikh Abu - al ...
Sayfa 22
... happy night , He saw that City of Delight * In Fairy - land , whose streets and towers Are made of gems and light and flowers ! Where is the lov'd Sultana ? where , When mirth brings out the young and fair , Does she , the fairest ...
... happy night , He saw that City of Delight * In Fairy - land , whose streets and towers Are made of gems and light and flowers ! Where is the lov'd Sultana ? where , When mirth brings out the young and fair , Does she , the fairest ...
Sayfa 25
... happy night , When Pleasure through the fields and groves Has let loose all her world of loves , And every heart has found its own , He wanders , joyless and alone , And weary as that bird of Thrace , Whose pinion knows no resting ...
... happy night , When Pleasure through the fields and groves Has let loose all her world of loves , And every heart has found its own , He wanders , joyless and alone , And weary as that bird of Thrace , Whose pinion knows no resting ...
Sayfa 64
... Happy Valley , yet , when she rose in the morn- ing , and her Ladies came around her , to assist in the adjustment of the bridal ornaments , they thought they had never seen her look half so beautiful . What she had lost of the bloom ...
... Happy Valley , yet , when she rose in the morn- ing , and her Ladies came around her , to assist in the adjustment of the bridal ornaments , they thought they had never seen her look half so beautiful . What she had lost of the bloom ...
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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...