The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc: Never before published without the accompanying music. ...
A. and W. Galignani, at the French, English, Italian, German, and Spanish library, n?. 18, Rue Vivienne, 1823
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Air.—STEVENSON angels Angels eyes beam beautiful beneath bird bless bless'd bliss bloom blush Book of Enoch bosom bower breath bright brow burn caught charm cheerily Cherubs cloud Commodus creature Croggan dark dear Fanny Derry divine dreams earth echo EPIGRAM eyes fancy feel flame flowers fond glorious glory happy hath heart Heaven holy hour Household DEITIES light lips little Soul look look'd look’d Lord LORD WELLINGTON Love's maid Manetho ne'er never night o'er Oh fair oh purest once Papists pass'd plume Poison'd pride proud pure Roman Senate rose round seem'd seraph shine shining book shone sigh silent to Thee skies smile song spirit star sunny sweet tears tell Tertullian There's thine things thou thought throne Timbrel trembling to Thee turn'd Twas twill Walcheren weep wild wings words young
Страница 122 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Страница 105 - And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth : and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born.
Страница 128 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Страница 122 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Страница 126 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Страница 135 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Страница 141 - And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
Страница 141 - BUT who shall see the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend that veil away Which hides the nations now?* When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie ; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye ! II.
Страница 123 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing...