The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
![]() | I, II. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | III, IV. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
I. |
![]() | II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
![]() | VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | V. |
![]() |
![]() | 1. |
![]() | 2. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | VI, VII. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
![]() | IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
![]() |
I. |
II. |
III. |
![]() | IV. |
![]() | V. |
![]() | VI. |
![]() | VII. |
VIII. |
![]() |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | VIII, IX. |
![]() |
1. |
2. |
3. |
![]() |
![]() |
1. |
2. |
![]() |
I. |
![]() | II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
![]() | VI. |
![]() | VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
![]() | XI. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | X. |
![]() |
![]() |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
![]() | The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore | ![]() |
68
Such as the summer lightning knows,
'Twixt flash and flash, as still more bright
The quick revealment comes and goes,
Opening each time the veils of night,
To show, within, a world of light—
Such pause, so brief, now pass'd between
This last gay vision and the scene,
Which now its depth of light disclosed.
A bower it seem'd, an Indian bower,
Within whose shade a nymph reposed,
Sleeping away noon's sunny hour—
Lovely as she, the Sprite, who weaves
Her mansion of sweet Durva leaves,
And there, as Indian legends say,
Dreams the long summer hours away.
And mark, how charm'd this sleeper seems
With some hid fancy—she, too, dreams!
Oh for a wizard's art to tell
The wonders that now bless her sight!
'Tis done—a truer, holier spell
Than e'er from wizard's lip yet fell
Thus brings her vision all to light:—
![]() | The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore | ![]() |