Posts tagged t. moore
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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.

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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)

Sunday, July 22, 2012
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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.

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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.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012
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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.

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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.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012
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There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore
Of cold and pitiless Labrador

Jasper Cropsey, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore
Of cold and pitiless Labrador

Jasper Cropsey, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012
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‘Longside the wheel, unwearied still
I stand, and as my watchful eye…

Edward Duncan, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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‘Longside the wheel, unwearied still
I stand, and as my watchful eye…

Edward Duncan, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012
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’ 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.

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’ 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.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012
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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.

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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.

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Monday, February 6, 2012
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Into his bark leap’d smilingly, 
And left poor Hope behind…

J. C. Horsley, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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Into his bark leap’d smilingly,
And left poor Hope behind…

J. C. Horsley, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.

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Monday, February 6, 2012