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... round the bowl . While many a rose - lipped bacchant maid2 Is culling clusters in their shade . Let sylvan gods , in antic shapes , Wildly press the gushing grapes ; And flights of loves , in wanton ringlets , Flit around on golden ...
... round the bowl . While many a rose - lipped bacchant maid2 Is culling clusters in their shade . Let sylvan gods , in antic shapes , Wildly press the gushing grapes ; And flights of loves , in wanton ringlets , Flit around on golden ...
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... round a soul like mine ; No , no , the heart that feels with me Can never be a slave to thee 13 And oh before the vital thrill , Which trembles at my heart , is still , For age will steal the rosy form , And chill the pulse , which ...
... round a soul like mine ; No , no , the heart that feels with me Can never be a slave to thee 13 And oh before the vital thrill , Which trembles at my heart , is still , For age will steal the rosy form , And chill the pulse , which ...
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... round me while I sing ; Great Bacchus ! in thy hallowed shade , With some celestial , glowing maid , While gales of roses round me rise , In perfume sweetened by her sighs , I'll bill and twine in early dance , Commingling soul with ...
... round me while I sing ; Great Bacchus ! in thy hallowed shade , With some celestial , glowing maid , While gales of roses round me rise , In perfume sweetened by her sighs , I'll bill and twine in early dance , Commingling soul with ...
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... round my head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! breathe ...
... round my head , Something whispers in my breast , How sweet it is to live at rest ! When I drink , and perfume stills Around me all in balmy rills , Then as some beauty , smiling roses , In languor on my breast reposes , Venus ! breathe ...
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... round thee streaming , A pulse of past enjoyment steal , And yet , oh bard ! thou art not mute in death , Still , still we catch thy lyre's delicious breath ; 2 And still thy songs of soft Bathylla Green as the ivy round the mouldering ...
... round thee streaming , A pulse of past enjoyment steal , And yet , oh bard ! thou art not mute in death , Still , still we catch thy lyre's delicious breath ; 2 And still thy songs of soft Bathylla Green as the ivy round the mouldering ...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Explanatory Notes, Etc. ... Thomas Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 1908 |
Términos y frases comunes
Anacreon Anacreon and Sappho ancient Aulus Gellius Bacchus bard beam beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath bright brow burning Catullus charm cheek Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth epigram Eurypyle eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace harp hath heart heaven hope hour kiss Lalla Rookh light lips look Lord Love's lover lute lyre Madame Dacier maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Plato poem poet Polycrates rose rosy round shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star steal sweet tears tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought throne trembling Twas twill twine wandering wanton warm wave weep wild wine wing young youth δε
Pasajes populares
Página 484 - When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands "dead, And all but he departed!
Página 310 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 194 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 310 - Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven — Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Página 201 - Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Página 177 - Rapids are 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' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Página 213 - 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 351 - 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 213 - 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 319 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.