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Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
Irish Melodies (1807)
When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Irish Melodies (1807)
Man for his glory
To ancestry flies;
But Woman's bright story
Is told in her eyes.
Irish Melodies (1807)
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken.
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we 've left behind us.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
There's nothing bright above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of Thy Deity.
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
Lalla Rookh (1817)
Dear creature!—you'd swear
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumphed—his people are free.
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Irish Melodies (1807)
Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell
Full in the sight of Paradise,
Beholding heaven and feeling hell.
Cheek * * *
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
Oft in the stilly night
E'er slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
To sigh, yet feel no pain;
To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain,
Then throw it idly by.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
The light that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Irish Melodies (1807)
Paradise itself were dim
And joyless, if not shared with him!
Lalla Rookh (1817)
Who ran
Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
As half in shade and half in sun
This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun's upon
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)