The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 páginas |
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... pleasure that the Irish Catholics welcomed the hope which the French Revolution at first kindled in the breast of the down - trodden of every clime and country . Moore relates that when only twelve years of age he was taken by his ...
... pleasure that the Irish Catholics welcomed the hope which the French Revolution at first kindled in the breast of the down - trodden of every clime and country . Moore relates that when only twelve years of age he was taken by his ...
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... pleasure alone My heart ever granted a wish or a sigh ; When the saddest emotion my bosom had known Was pity for those who were wiser than I ! I felt how the pure , intellectual fire In luxury loses its heavenly ray ; How soon , in the ...
... pleasure alone My heart ever granted a wish or a sigh ; When the saddest emotion my bosom had known Was pity for those who were wiser than I ! I felt how the pure , intellectual fire In luxury loses its heavenly ray ; How soon , in the ...
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... Pleasure's dream is gone , Its memory lives in Music's breath ! Music ! -oh ! how faint , how weak , Language faints before thy spell Why should feeling ever speak , When thou canst breathe her soul so well . Friendship's balmy words ...
... Pleasure's dream is gone , Its memory lives in Music's breath ! Music ! -oh ! how faint , how weak , Language faints before thy spell Why should feeling ever speak , When thou canst breathe her soul so well . Friendship's balmy words ...
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... pleasures of all the spheres , And multiply them through endless years . One minute of heav'n is worth them all . " THE TEAR OF REPENTANCE THE BEST OFFERING TO HEAVEN . But , hark ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow the orb of ...
... pleasures of all the spheres , And multiply them through endless years . One minute of heav'n is worth them all . " THE TEAR OF REPENTANCE THE BEST OFFERING TO HEAVEN . But , hark ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow the orb of ...
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... pleasure at hearing the name of Moore . It was a name that raised the fame of Irish talent , and placed the poetic character of this country on the highest pinnacle of literary glory . To the most splendid faculties of the head , their ...
... pleasure at hearing the name of Moore . It was a name that raised the fame of Irish talent , and placed the poetic character of this country on the highest pinnacle of literary glory . To the most splendid faculties of the head , their ...
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admiration Anacreon ancient appeared Bannow bard beautiful breath bright called Catholic character Charlemont House Christian dark dear delight Dublin Edinburgh Review eloquence Emmet Erin expression eyes fame fancy father feeling flowers freedom gave genius glory hand happy harp hear heart heaven honour hope hour illustrious Ireland Irish Melodies Irishman land letter light literary living Lord Byron Lord Charlemont Lord Edward Lord Edward Fitzgerald Lord Moira lordship loud applause loud cheers memory ment mind Moore's music of Ireland native nature never noble O'Connell o'er occasion passages passed patriot pleasure poems poet poetical poetry present racter rose sacred saint satire scene Sheridan smile song soul speak spirit sweet talent thee THOMAS MOORE thou thought thousand guineas tion Tom Moore tribute Twas United Irishmen verse voice volume words writes wrote young
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Página 52 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Página 58 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 43 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Página 43 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 60 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Página 52 - 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.
Página 42 - 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. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...
Página 53 - How vain was their boasting! — the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave? Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free!
Página 60 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Página 44 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...