The Mountain Sprite (Thomas Moore Poems)
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day ...
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day ...
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of ...
What life like that of the bard can be -- The wandering bard, who roams as free As the mountain ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To ...
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half awaking from fearful slumbers, ...
When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In ...
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As ...
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