The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, 7±Ç

¾ÕÇ¥Áö
D. Appleton, 1853
 

¼±ÅÃµÈ ÆäÀÌÁö

±âŸ ÃâÆǺ» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â

ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®

Àαâ Àο뱸

22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis by the lapwing found. * But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place ; — Then, fare thee well— I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine...
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was this then the fate," — future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's curse ; When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of a day Be forgotten as fools, or remember'd as worse ; — " Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, " The pride of the palace, the bower and the hall, " The orator, — -dramatist, — minstrel, — who ran " Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all; — " Whose mind was an essence, compounded...
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come hither, come hither — by night and by day, We linger in pleasures that never are gone ; Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,; Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Oh ! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss; And own if there be an Elysinm on earth, It is this, it is this.

µµ¼­ ¹®ÇåÁ¤º¸