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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Volume 92; In Six Volumes (Paperback) Loot Price: R459 Discovery Miles 4 590
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Volume 92; In Six Volumes (Paperback): Thomas Moore
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Volume 92; In Six Volumes (Paperback): Thomas Moore

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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Volume 92; In Six Volumes (Paperback)

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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. 1856 Excerpt: ...e'er I 'l1 ask Let those, who pant for Glory's charms, Embrace her in the field of arms; While my inglorious, placid soul Breathes not a wish beyond this bowl. Then fill it high, my ruddy slave, And bathe me in its brimming wave. For though my fading years decay, Though manhood's prime hath pass'd away, Like old Silenus, sire divine, With blushes borrow'd from my wine, I'll wanton 'mid the dancing train, And live my follies o'er again ODE XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep, Every sorrow's lull'd to sleep. Talk of monarchs I am then Richest, happiest, first of men; Careless o'er my cup I sing, Fancy makes me more than king; Gives me wealthy Croesus' store, Can I, can I wish for more? On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me; If before my feet they lay, I would spurn them all away Arm ye, arm ye, men of might, Hasten to the sanguine fight; But let me, my budding vine Spill no other blood than thine. Yonder brimming goblet see, That alone shall vanquish me--Who think it better, wiser far To fall in banquet than in war. ODE XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy, The rosy harbinger of joy, Who, with the sunshine of the bowl. Thaws the winter of our soul--When to my inmost core he glides, And bathes it with his ruby tides, A flow of joy, a lively heat, Fires my brain, and wings my feet, Calling up round me visions known To lovers of the bowl alone. Sing, sing of love, let music's sound In melting cadence float around, While, my young Venus, thou and I Besponsive to its murmurs sigh. Then, waking from our blissful trance, Again we'll sport, again we'll dance. ODE L. When wine I quaff, before my eyes Dreams of poetic glory rise;1 And freshen'd by the goblet's dews, My soul...


Imprint: Rarebooksclub.com
Country of origin: United States
Release date: May 2012
First published: May 2012
Authors: Thomas Moore
Dimensions: 246 x 189 x 4mm (L x W x T)
Format: Paperback - Trade
Pages: 78
ISBN-13: 978-1-153-99199-5
Barcode: 9781153991995
Categories: Books
LSN: 1-153-99199-3

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