 Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood...  Irish Monthly Magazine - Page 1191904Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 lehte
...hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? III. No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast ! WREATH THE BOWL. I. WREATH the bowl With flow'rs of soul, The brightest Wit can find us ; We '11... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 lehte
...prouder, with happier brow, But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than No, thy chains as they torture thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast! WREATH THE BOWL. Am—Noran Kitsa. WREATH the bowl With flow'rs of soul, The brightest Wit can find... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 lehte
...brow, But , oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? No, thy chains as they torture thy hlood as it runs, But, make thee more painfully dear to thy sons — TYhose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest, Drink lore in each, life-drop that flows... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 lehte
...might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh I could I love thee more deeply than now? m. No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast. WREATHE THE BOWL. AIH. — Noran Kista. I. WREATHE the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 lehte
...hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? III. No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast! WREATHE THE BOWL. AIR. — Noran Kista. L WREATHE the bowl With flowers of soul, The, brightest Wit... | |
 | 1823 - 536 lehte
...th happier brow But, oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? No, thy chains as they torture, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast ! SONNET, WRITTEN ON GOOD FRIDAY. The morning's breath, in meekness to the day, Breathes o'er the fields... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 lehte
...happier brow, I ut, oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now? III. No, thy chains as they torture thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast ! WREATH THE BOWL Am—" JVoran Kista." WREATH the bowl • ' With flow'rs of soul, The brightest wit... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 lehte
...with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? No, thy chains as they torture thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast ! Wreath the bowl. Mr— Noran Kista. Wreath the bowl With flow'rs of soul, The brightest wit can find... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 lehte
...might bail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than now I No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more paiufully dear to thy sons — Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird Ч nest Drink love in... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 lehte
...might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But, oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now? III. No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,...love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast ! WREATH THE BOWL. Am.—Tforan Kista. I. WREATH the bowl With.flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can... | |
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