The Works of Thomas Moore: Comprehending All His Melodies, Ballads, Etc, Том 2A. and W. Galignani, 1823 |
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... hour 43 Song . Take back the sigh A Ballad . The lake of the dismal swamp . · · 45 46 555 51 • • 56 EPISTLE III . — To the Marchioness Dowager of D -— ll . To the Marchioness Dowager of D -- 11 The Genius of Harmony . - An irregular Ode ...
... hour 43 Song . Take back the sigh A Ballad . The lake of the dismal swamp . · · 45 46 555 51 • • 56 EPISTLE III . — To the Marchioness Dowager of D -— ll . To the Marchioness Dowager of D -- 11 The Genius of Harmony . - An irregular Ode ...
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... hours too few , Our only use for knowledge then To turn to rapture all we knew ! Delicious days of whim and soul ! When , mingling lore and laugh together , We lean'd the book on pleasure's bowl , And turn'd the leaf with folly's ...
... hours too few , Our only use for knowledge then To turn to rapture all we knew ! Delicious days of whim and soul ! When , mingling lore and laugh together , We lean'd the book on pleasure's bowl , And turn'd the leaf with folly's ...
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... hour , And see the looks , the melting smiles , That brighten many an orange bower ; And could I lift each pious veil , And see the blushing cheek it shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids . † Dear ...
... hour , And see the looks , the melting smiles , That brighten many an orange bower ; And could I lift each pious veil , And see the blushing cheek it shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids . † Dear ...
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... hour , Its passions were sleeping , were mute as the dead , And the spirit becalm❜d but remember'd their power , As the billow the force of the gale that was fled ! I thought of the days , when to pleasure alone My heart ever granted a ...
... hour , Its passions were sleeping , were mute as the dead , And the spirit becalm❜d but remember'd their power , As the billow the force of the gale that was fled ! I thought of the days , when to pleasure alone My heart ever granted a ...
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... in murmurs died ! The fatal Lyre , by Envy's hand Hung high amid the breezy groves , To every wanton gale that fann'd Betray'd the mystery of your loves ! Yet , oh ! -not many a suffering hour , 22 EPISTLES , ODES ,
... in murmurs died ! The fatal Lyre , by Envy's hand Hung high amid the breezy groves , To every wanton gale that fann'd Betray'd the mystery of your loves ! Yet , oh ! -not many a suffering hour , 22 EPISTLES , ODES ,
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