The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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TO A LADY, ON HER SINGING. |
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VI, VII. |
VIII, IX. |
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TO A LADY, ON HER SINGING.
Thy song has taught my heart to feel
Those soothing thoughts of heav'nly love,
Which o'er the sainted spirits steal
When list'ning to the spheres above!
Those soothing thoughts of heav'nly love,
Which o'er the sainted spirits steal
When list'ning to the spheres above!
When, tir'd of life and misery,
I wish to sigh my latest breath,
Oh, Emma! I will fly to thee,
And thou shalt sing me into death.
I wish to sigh my latest breath,
Oh, Emma! I will fly to thee,
And thou shalt sing me into death.
And if along thy lip and cheek
That smile of heav'nly softness play,
Which,—ah! forgive a mind that's weak,—
So oft has stol'n my mind away;
That smile of heav'nly softness play,
Which,—ah! forgive a mind that's weak,—
So oft has stol'n my mind away;
Thou'lt seem an angel of the sky,
That comes to charm me into bliss:
I'll gaze and die—Who would not die,
If death were half so sweet as this?
That comes to charm me into bliss:
I'll gaze and die—Who would not die,
If death were half so sweet as this?
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