The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Life

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, with Life

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...That brings my pulses close to thine, Tells me I want thy aid as much, Oh! quite as much, as thou dost mine Yet stay, dear love--one effort yet--A moment turn those eyes away, And let me, if I can, forget The light that leads my soul astray! Thou say'st, that we were born to meet, That our hearts bear one common seal, Oh, Lady! think, how man's deceit Can seem to sigh and feign to feel I When, o'er thy face some gleam of thought, Like day-beams through the mornin, Hath gradual stole, and I have caught The feeling ere it kindled there: This diadem is intended to represent the analogy between the notes of music and the prismatic colours. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. The sympathy I then betray'd, Perhaps was but the child of art; The guile of one, who long hath play'd With all these wily nets of heart. Oh! thou hast not my virgin vew; Though few the years I yet have tcld, Canst thou believe I live till now, With loveless heart or senses cold? No--many a throb of bliss and pain, For many a one my soul hath prov'd; With some I sported wild and vain, While some I truly, dearly lov'd! The cheek to thine I fondly lay, To thoirs hath been as fondly laid; The words to thee I warmly say, To them have been as warmly said. Then, scorn at once a languid heart, Which long hath lost its early spring, Think of the pure, bright soul thou art, And--keep the ring, oh! keep the ring. TO. Wuen I lov'd you, 1 can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; But the scorn that I feel for you now Hath even more luxury in it! Thus, whether we're on or we're off, Some witchery seems to await you; To love you is pleasant enough, And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you! FROM THE GREEK OF MELEAGER. Fill high the cup with liquid flamo. And speak my Holiodora's name! Repeat its magic o' more

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  • Paperback | 150 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 281g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236526740
  • 9781236526748