The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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[Oh, were it not for this sad voice]
Oh, were it not for this sad voice,Stealing amid our mirth to say,
That all, in which we most rejoice,
Ere night may be the earth-worm's prey;—
But for this bitter—only this—
Full as the world is brimm'd with bliss,
And capable as feels my soul
Of draining to its depth the whole,
I should turn earth to heaven, and be,
If bliss made gods, a deity!
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