The Works of Thomas Moore: Epistles, odes, and other poems1823 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 89
Page viii
... thee From the high - priest of Apollo to a virgin of Delphi Woman • 227 233 235 • 237 245 Ballad stanzas · To Come , take the harp · • 246 247 A vision of philosophy 249 Το 260 • 262 • . 264 • 265 · steal Dreams . - To To Mrs. The world ...
... thee From the high - priest of Apollo to a virgin of Delphi Woman • 227 233 235 • 237 245 Ballad stanzas · To Come , take the harp · • 246 247 A vision of philosophy 249 Το 260 • 262 • . 264 • 265 · steal Dreams . - To To Mrs. The world ...
Page 17
... thee , And breathe them with thy graceful tone , Such dear , beguiling minstrelsy Would make the coldest nymph his own ! But , hark ! —the boatswain's pipings tell ' Tis time to bid my dream farewell : Eight bells : -the middle watch is ...
... thee , And breathe them with thy graceful tone , Such dear , beguiling minstrelsy Would make the coldest nymph his own ! But , hark ! —the boatswain's pipings tell ' Tis time to bid my dream farewell : Eight bells : -the middle watch is ...
Page 23
... thee to Heaven ! There , as thy lover dries the tear Yet warm from life's malignant wrongs , Within his arms , thou lovest to hear The luckless Lyre's remember'd songs ! Still do your happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth ...
... thee to Heaven ! There , as thy lover dries the tear Yet warm from life's malignant wrongs , Within his arms , thou lovest to hear The luckless Lyre's remember'd songs ! Still do your happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth ...
Page 24
... thee , awhile , the soul may soar , But erring man must blush to think , Like thee , again , the soul may sink ! Oh Virtue ! when thy clime I seek , Let not my spirit's flight be weak : Let me not , like this feeble thing , With brine ...
... thee , awhile , the soul may soar , But erring man must blush to think , Like thee , again , the soul may sink ! Oh Virtue ! when thy clime I seek , Let not my spirit's flight be weak : Let me not , like this feeble thing , With brine ...
Page 36
... thee half so much : I thought , and , oh ! forgive the thought , For who , by eyes like thine inspired , Could e'er resist the flattering fault Of fancying what his soul desired ? Yes - I did think , in CARA's mind , Though yet to ...
... thee half so much : I thought , and , oh ! forgive the thought , For who , by eyes like thine inspired , Could e'er resist the flattering fault Of fancying what his soul desired ? Yes - I did think , in CARA's mind , Though yet to ...
Common terms and phrases
Achilles Tatius ancient ARISTIPPUS ARISTOTLE bard beam beauty beneath Bermuda blessed blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning charm cheek CICERO clime dear Dismal Swamp Dithyrambic divine dream earth Epicurean Epicurus fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glow grace hath heart Heaven heavenly heptachord hour hung isle JOSEPH ATKINSON kiss Lady lamp languid Leontium light look look'd lover lyre magic maid Mamurra mingle morning murmurs ne'er never night nymph o'er PAULUS SILENTIARIUS PAUSANIAS philosophers Pindar Plato play'd PLUTARCH pure Pythagoras rapture repose round roves says seem'd shade shed shine sigh sigh'd sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring steal Stoics stole sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thou thought trace Twas twine warm wave weep wing δε και μεν τε ΤΟ
Popular passages
Page 266 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 47 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before ! And when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay, where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear, and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she-wolf...
Page 187 - Oh Nature ! though blessed and bright are thy rays, O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own ! Nor long did the soul of the stranger remain...
Page 183 - How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee, Far less than all thou hast forborne to be!
Page 138 - And ev'n that cheek of roseate hue, — To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, However much I've rav'd about it ; And sweetly as that lip can kiss, I think I could exist without it.
Page 272 - I dreamt not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 266 - ... upon one of those beautiful lakes, into which the St. Lawrence so grandly and unexpectedly opens, I have heard this simple air with a pleasure which the finest compositions of the first masters have never given me ; and now there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Lawrence, the flight of our boat down the Rapids, and all those new and fanciful impressions to which my heart was alive during the whole of this very interesting voyage.
Page 246 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Page 152 - Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, While nobler passions wage their heated strife, Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, And dies, collecting lumber in the rear...
Page 267 - The rapids arc near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas