Then hasten we, maid, to twine our braid,
To-morrow the dreams and flower will fade.
F. (Francis?) Wyburd, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
In the time of my childhood ‘t was like a sweet dream,
To sit in the roses and hear the bird’s song.
Henry Warren, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
The young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love.
Myles Birket Foster, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore
Of cold and pitiless Labrador
Jasper Cropsey, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
‘Longside the wheel, unwearied still
I stand, and as my watchful eye…
Edward Duncan, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
’ T was Nea! Slumb’ring calm and mild,
And bloomy as the dimpled child.
Jasper Cropsey, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
And there, upon the banks of that loved tide,
He and Zelica sleep side by side.
H. Warren, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
Into his bark leap’d smilingly,
And left poor Hope behind…
J. C. Horsley, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
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Agostino Lacurci. La Finta Nonna.
Illustration for the novel La finta nonna, contained in Fiabe Italiane
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