The poetical works of Thomas MooreCrissy and Grigg, 1829 - 408 pages |
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... Fire - fly . ib . Paradise and the Peri The Vase . ib . The Fire - worshippers The Wreath and the Chain ib . The Light of the Haram Notes The timid girl now hung her head To . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 3 95 EPISTLES , ODES , and ...
... Fire - fly . ib . Paradise and the Peri The Vase . ib . The Fire - worshippers The Wreath and the Chain ib . The Light of the Haram Notes The timid girl now hung her head To . And hast thou mark'd the pen- 3 95 EPISTLES , ODES , and ...
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... fire , which con- veys its vividness to the soul of his readers ; and they must be made of sterner stuff than the ordi- nary race of men , if their bosoms do not glow with liberal and patriotic enthusiasm , while they pe- ruse the ...
... fire , which con- veys its vividness to the soul of his readers ; and they must be made of sterner stuff than the ordi- nary race of men , if their bosoms do not glow with liberal and patriotic enthusiasm , while they pe- ruse the ...
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... fire of feeling has desolated , and , like the chesnat - tree , that grows best in volcanic soils , to luxuriate mest where the conflagration of passion has left its mark ? Need I mention to you a Scott , that fertile and fascinating ...
... fire of feeling has desolated , and , like the chesnat - tree , that grows best in volcanic soils , to luxuriate mest where the conflagration of passion has left its mark ? Need I mention to you a Scott , that fertile and fascinating ...
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... fire - arms . On drawing their con- tents , the compound of « villanous saltpetre » was found , but the cold lead , The pious metal most in requisition On such occasions , had somehow disappeared . The cause was this : One of the balls ...
... fire - arms . On drawing their con- tents , the compound of « villanous saltpetre » was found , but the cold lead , The pious metal most in requisition On such occasions , had somehow disappeared . The cause was this : One of the balls ...
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... Fire - worshippers » appears to us to be indisputably the finest and most powerful poem of them all . With all the richness and beauty of diction that belong to the best parts of Mekanna , it has a far more interesting story ; and is ...
... Fire - worshippers » appears to us to be indisputably the finest and most powerful poem of them all . With all the richness and beauty of diction that belong to the best parts of Mekanna , it has a far more interesting story ; and is ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...