Albion and Erin in Poems of Th. Moore, Lord Byron, R. Burns, P.B. Shelley, Th. Campbell, J. Thomson and from Th. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry |
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... soul that tender secret dwells . ( Corsair . I. 14. ) 388 Fare the well ! I saw thee weep . ( Hebrew melodies . ) There's not a joy the world can give Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer They say that Hope is happiness ROBERT BURNS . 390 ...
... soul that tender secret dwells . ( Corsair . I. 14. ) 388 Fare the well ! I saw thee weep . ( Hebrew melodies . ) There's not a joy the world can give Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer They say that Hope is happiness ROBERT BURNS . 390 ...
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... soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign , Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! ' t is only music's strain Can sweetly soothe , and not betray . An die Musik . Wenn des Lebens Glanz entflohn uns 10 - On Music.
... soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign , Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! ' t is only music's strain Can sweetly soothe , and not betray . An die Musik . Wenn des Lebens Glanz entflohn uns 10 - On Music.
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... souls could always dwell above , Thou ne'er hadst left tkat sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love , We ne'er had lost thee here , Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far ...
... souls could always dwell above , Thou ne'er hadst left tkat sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love , We ne'er had lost thee here , Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far ...
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... soul , happy friends , shall be with you that night ; Shall join in your revels , your sports , and your wiles , And return to me , beaming all o'er with your smiles- Too blest , if it tells me that , ' mid the gay cheer Some kind voice ...
... soul , happy friends , shall be with you that night ; Shall join in your revels , your sports , and your wiles , And return to me , beaming all o'er with your smiles- Too blest , if it tells me that , ' mid the gay cheer Some kind voice ...
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... of Love's generous spirit appears : To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth , But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears . Im Lenze des Lebens . Im Lenze des Lebens , - 20 In the morning of life.
... of Love's generous spirit appears : To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth , But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears . Im Lenze des Lebens . Im Lenze des Lebens , - 20 In the morning of life.
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Page 358 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being ; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like heralds of eternity...
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Page 38 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
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Page 346 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine.
Page 378 - A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire — but hour by hour They fell and faded — and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash — and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them...
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