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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


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They know not my heart, who believe there can be
One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee;
Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour,
As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower,
I could harm what I love, -- as the sun's wanton ray
But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away.

No -- beaming with light as those young features are,
There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far:
It is not that cheek -- 'tis the soul dawning clear
Through its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear:
As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair,
Is look'd up to the more, because Heaven lies there!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 83. «Помни, придя в это поле...»From “Irish Melodies”. 83. Forget Not the Field
  2. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 80. «Переполняет этот взгляд...»From “Irish Melodies”. 80. Whene’er I See Those Smiling Eyes
  3. From “Irish Melodies”. 89. Drink of This Cup
  4. From “Irish Melodies”. 36. It Is Not the Tear at This Moment Shed
  5. From “Irish Melodies”. 41. Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye


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