The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Volumen7Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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Página 25 - 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...
Página 53 - 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.
Página 392 - May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.
Página 83 - ... the land, that supplies thee With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine; — No, not for the riches of all who despise thee, Tho...
Página 14 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, 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 lingering to take A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes...
Página 394 - 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.
Página 41 - 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.
Página 51 - With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Página 15 - Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet. — Or at morn, when the magic of daylight awakes A new wonder each minute, as slowly it...
Página 51 - And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,; Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Oh ! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss; And own if there be an Elysinm on earth, It is this, it is this.