The Works of Thomas Moore, Comprehending All His Melodies, Ballads, Etc

The Works of Thomas Moore, Comprehending All His Melodies, Ballads, Etc

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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. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ... be crown'd by us yet. The sweetness that pleasure has in it, Is always so slow to come forth, That seldom, alas, till the minute It dies, do we know half its worth! But fill--may our life's happy measure Be all of such moments made up, They're born on the bosom of Pleasure, They die 'midst the tears of the cup. II. As onward we journey, how pleasant To pause and inhabit a while believe the souls of the happy live in all manner of liberty, in delightful fields; and that it is those souls, repeating the words we utter, which we call Echo." Those few sunny spots, like the present, That 'mid the dull wilderness smile! But Time, like a pitiless master, Cries, "Onward!" and spurs the gay hours; And never does Time travel faster, Than when his way lies among flowers. But, come--may our life's happy measure Be all of such moments made up; They're born on the bosom of Pleasure They die 'midst the tears of the cup. III. This evening, we saw the sun sinking In waters his glory made bright--Oh! trust me, our farewell of drinking Should be like that farewell of light. You saw how he finish'd, by darting His beam o'er a deep billow's brim--So, fill up I--let's shine at our parting, In full liquid glory, like him. And oh! may our life's happy measure Of moments like this be made up; 'Twas born on the bosom of Pleasure, It dies 'mid the tears of the cup! 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. Air.--Groves of Blarney. I. 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh! II. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy...show more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236555392
  • 9781236555397