The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the AuthorP.F. Collier, 1879 - 552 páginas |
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... when this short life is gone , To meet in some world of more permanent bliss , For a smile , or a grasp of the hand , hast'ning on , Is all we enjoy of each other in this . But come , the more rare such delights to the 22 MOORE'S WORKS .
... when this short life is gone , To meet in some world of more permanent bliss , For a smile , or a grasp of the hand , hast'ning on , Is all we enjoy of each other in this . But come , the more rare such delights to the 22 MOORE'S WORKS .
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... bliss , If Heav'n had but assign'd us To live and die in scenes like this , With some we've left benind us ! As trav'llers oft look back at eve , When eastward darkly going , To gaze upon that light they leave Still faint behind them ...
... bliss , If Heav'n had but assign'd us To live and die in scenes like this , With some we've left benind us ! As trav'llers oft look back at eve , When eastward darkly going , To gaze upon that light they leave Still faint behind them ...
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... There's yet a world , where souls are free , Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss ; - If death that world's bright opening be , Oh ! who would live a slave in this ? HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED . HAS sorrow thy. 26 MOORE'S WORKS .
... There's yet a world , where souls are free , Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss ; - If death that world's bright opening be , Oh ! who would live a slave in this ? HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED . HAS sorrow thy. 26 MOORE'S WORKS .
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... One minute's dream about thee Were worth a long , an endless year Of waking bliss without thee , My own love , my only dear ! ! And though the hope be gone , love ,. I'D MOURN THE HOPES . THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING . IRISH MELODIES . 29.
... One minute's dream about thee Were worth a long , an endless year Of waking bliss without thee , My own love , my only dear ! ! And though the hope be gone , love ,. I'D MOURN THE HOPES . THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING . IRISH MELODIES . 29.
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... bliss it ador'd ; While the myrtle , now idly entwin'd with his crown , Like the wreath of Harmodius , should cover his sword . But tho ' glory be gone , and tho ' hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs ; Not ...
... bliss it ador'd ; While the myrtle , now idly entwin'd with his crown , Like the wreath of Harmodius , should cover his sword . But tho ' glory be gone , and tho ' hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs ; Not ...
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