 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pagina’s
...sweet was made, But to be lost when sweetest! Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than be...blest with light and see That light for ever flying! All that's bright must fade, &c. SO WARMLY WE MET, Ai n—Hungarian. So warmly we met and so fondly... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pagina’s
...fade, The brightest itill the fleetest, All that's sweet was made, But to be lost wk»n sweetest ! Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching...ties That ev'ry hour are breaking ? Better far to he In utter darkness lying, Than be blest with light and see That light for ever flying! All that's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pagina’s
...— The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! II. Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking ? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than be bless'd with light and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pagina’s
...— The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! n. Who would seek or prize . Delights that end in aching?. Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking ? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than be bless'd with light and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pagina’s
...must fade, The brightest still the fleetest, All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ; Stars that shine and fall, The flow'r that drops in...to be In utter darkness lying, Than be blest with liglit, and see That light for ever flying. , All that's, &c. SO WARMLY WE MET. Hungarian Air. So warmly... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pagina’s
...must fade, The brightest still the fleetest, All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking ? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than to be blest with light and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pagina’s
...sweetest! Who would seek or prize Delights th.it cud itt aching? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking? Better far to be In utter darkness...Than be blest with light and see That light for ever Hying. All that 's bricht must fade, The brightest still the Heetest; All Ihat's sweet was made But... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pagina’s
...fade,— The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest ! II. Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking .' Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Trikn be blest with light and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 pagina’s
...fade, — The brightest still the fleetest; Ml that's sweet was made Dut to be lost when sweetest'. Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to tics That every hour are breaking T Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than he blest with light... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pagina’s
...lou when sweetest! * The thought i* U km f id* ГЛшШ4.> \ I Mug by Le Prieur, called . La StaWho would seek or prize Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to lies That every hour are breaking ? Better far to be In ntier darkness lying, Than be blest with light... | |
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Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking? 
