John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Thomas Moore. (17791852) 5459
I give thee all,I can no more, Though poor the offring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee. 1
My Heart and Lute. 5460
Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals oer the heart, too soon to fleet, When far oer sea or land we roam?
The Dream of Home. 5461
To Greece we give our shining blades.
Evenings in Greece. First Evening. 5462
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
Evenings in Greece. First Evening. 5463
If thou wouldst have me sing and play As once I playd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
If Thou would st have Me sing and play. 5464
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beautys chain, Then throw it idly by.
The Blue Stocking. 5465
Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Libertys war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.
On the Entry of the Austrians into Naples, 1821. 5466
This narrow isthmus twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future,two eternities!
Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. 5467
But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.
Note 1. This song was introduced in Kembles Lodoiska, act iii. sc. 1. [ back]