Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, ...
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin ...
(Time -- the Ninth Century) To-morrow, comrade, we On the battle-plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! ...
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through ...
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, ...
Oh! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon ...
What life like that of the bard can be -- The wandering bard, who roams as free As the mountain ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it I found it a life full of ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
To Ladies' eyes a round, boy, We can't refuse, we can't refuse; Though bright eyes so abound, boy, 'Tis hard ...
Forget not the field where they perish'd, The truest, the last of the brave, All gone -- and the bright ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
From this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of ...
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past, Your dreams of pride are o'er; The fatal chain is round you ...
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's ...
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say wilt ...
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here -- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll ...
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half awaking from fearful slumbers, ...
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