The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN. |
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THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.
The halcyon hangs o'er ocean,
The sea-lark skims the brine;
This bright world's all in motion,
No heart seems sad but mine.
The sea-lark skims the brine;
This bright world's all in motion,
No heart seems sad but mine.
To walk through sun-bright places,
With heart all cold the while;
To look in smiling faces,
When we no more can smile;
With heart all cold the while;
To look in smiling faces,
When we no more can smile;
To feel, while earth and heaven
Around thee shine with bliss,
To thee no light is given,—
Oh, what a doom is this!
Around thee shine with bliss,
To thee no light is given,—
Oh, what a doom is this!
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