Tis Gone, And For Ever (Thomas Moore Poems)
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long. ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
"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, ...
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, ...
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
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