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by Thomas Moore (Author)
I often wish this languid lyre, This warbler of my soul's desire, Could raise the breath of song sublime, To men of fame in former time. But when the soaring theme I try, Along the chords my numbers die, And whisper, with dissolving tone, 'Our sighs are given to love alone ' Indignant at the feeble lay, I tore the panting chords away, Attuned them to a nobler swell, And struck again the breathing shell;
Number of Pages: 64
Dimensions: 0.13 x 9.02 x 5.98 IN
Publication Date: November 03, 2015
