The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, المجلد 4Smith, 1825 - 6 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 85 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief...
الصفحة 85 - The vapours, which at evening weep, Are beverage to the swelling deep ; And when the rosy sun appears, He drinks the ocean's misty tears. The moon too quaffs her paly stream Of lustre from the solar beam. Then, hence with all your sober thinking ! Since Nature's holy law is drinking ; I'll make the laws of nature mine, And pledge the universe in wine ! ODE XXII.
الصفحة 115 - O mother ! — I am wounded through I die with pain— in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing — A bee it was — for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.
الصفحة 148 - Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, Yet dropping with Aurora's gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise.
الصفحة 47 - But this I know, and this I feel, As onward to the tomb I steal, That still as death approaches nearer, The joys of life are sweeter, dearer ; And had I but an hour to live, That little hour to bliss I'd give ! ODE VHI.1 I CARE not for the idle state Of Persia's king, the rich, the great!
الصفحة 276 - Remembrance will recall the hour When thou alone wert fair! Then talk no more of future gloom ; Our joys shall always last ; For hope shall brighten days to come, And...
الصفحة 89 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
الصفحة 235 - GOOD reader! if you e'er have seen, When Phoebus hastens to his pillow, The mermaids, with their tresses green, Dancing upon the western billow : If you have seen, at twilight dim, When the lone spirit's vesper hymn Floats wild along the winding shore : If you have...
الصفحة 183 - I love thce and hate thee, but if I can tell The cause of my love and my hate, may I die. I can feel it, alas ! I can feel it too well, That I love thee and hate thee, but cannot tell why.
الصفحة 129 - Rose, thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower ; Rose, thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. Even .the Gods, who walk the sky, Are amorous of thy scented sigh.