The Works of Thomas Moore Volume 1 (Paperback)

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. 1823 Excerpt: ...Heaven again. " My signal-lights --I must away--" Both, both are ruin'd, if I stay. ' Farewell--sweet life thou cling'st in vain " Now--Vengeance --I am thine again." Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd, Nor look'd--but from the lattice dropp'd Down 'mid the pointed crags beneath, As if he fled from love to death. While pale and mute young Hinda stood, Nor moved, till in the silent flood A momentary plunge below Startled her from her trance of woe;--Shrieking she to the lattice flew, " I come--I come--if in that tide " Thou sleep'st to-night--I'll sleep there too, " In death's cold wedlock by thy side. " Oh I would ask no happier bed " Than the chill wave my love lies under;" Sweeter to rest together dead, " Far sweeter, than to live asunder " But no--their hour is not yet come--Again she sees his pinnace fly, Wafting him fleetly to his home, Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie; And calm and smooth it seem'd to win Its moonlight way before the wind, As if it bore all peace within, Nor left one breaking heart behind The Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that Feramorz had choseu a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musicain, TanSein. Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;--through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo-staff, with the white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that in that very spot ...