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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued)

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There ’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s stream.

Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

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Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

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One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.

Paradise and the Peri.

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Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
And multiply each through endless years,—
One minute of heaven is worth them all.

Paradise and the Peri.

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But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

Paradise and the Peri.

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    Oh, ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
  I ’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
  But ’t was the first to fade away.
I never nurs’d a dear gazelle,
  To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
  And love me, it was sure to die.

The Fire-Worshippers.

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    Oh for a tongue to curse the slave
  Whose treason, like a deadly blight,
Comes o’er the councils of the brave,
  And blasts them in their hour of might!

The Fire-Worshippers.

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Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

The Fire-Worshippers.

5476

As sunshine broken in the rill,
Though turned astray, is sunshine still.

The Fire-Worshippers.

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Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter!
Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

The Fire-Worshippers.

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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,

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