The works of Thomas Moore, Том 9

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Страница 181 - Chief expiring lay, Upon the sands, with broken sword, He traced his farewell to the Free; And, there, the last unfinished word He dying wrote was
Страница 227 - Breakfast was cleared away at an early hour; then day of good things happened — "the meeting of the ships." "When, o'er the silent seas alone For days and nights we've cheerless gone, Oh, they who've felt it know how sweet, Some sunny morn a sail to meet! "Sparkling at once is every eye, 'Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!' our joyful cry; While answering back the sound we hear, 'Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?
Страница 119 - Takes gravely the Lord of the Forest to task, And judges of lions by puppy-dog habits. Nay, fed as he was (and this makes it a dark case) With sops every day from the Lion's own pan, He lifts up his leg at the noble beast's carcass, And — does all a dog, so diminutive, can. However, the...
Страница 172 - Wakening the echoes of joy long fled ! Of many a stanza, this alone Had 'scaped oblivion — like the one Stray fragment of a wreck, which thrown, With the lost vessel's name, ashore, Tells who they were that live no more.
Страница 241 - ring be ; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee. A lute, whose gentle song reveals The soul of love full well, And, better far, a heart that feels Much more than lute could tell.
Страница 227 - our joyful cry ; While answering back the sounds we hear, " Ship ahoy ! ship ahoy ! what cheer ? what cheer ? " Then sails are back'd, we nearer come, Kind words are said of friends and home ; And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas asrain.
Страница 118 - Lives' are the rage) The whole Reminiscences, wondrous and strange, Of a small puppy-dog, that lived once in the cage Of the late noble Lion at Exeter 'Change. " Though the dog is a dog of the kind they call
Страница 44 - Up !" said the spirit, and ere I could pray One hasty orison, whirl'd me away To a limbo, lying — T wist not where — Above or below, in earth or air ; All glimmering o'er with a doubtful light, One couldn't say whether 'twas day or night ; And...
Страница 118 - Change. Though the dog is a dog of the kind they call " sad," 'T is a puppy that much to good breeding pretends ; And few dogs have such opportunities had Of knowing how Lions behave — among friends; How that animal eats, how he snores, how...
Страница 248 - Such forced fashions And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart...

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