 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 450 Seiten
...harbinger of glory near! " Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done— " The gates are pass'd, and Heav'n is won ! "Oh ! am I not happy ? I am, I am— " To...'and sad " Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM,"" " And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD ! " Farewell, ye odors of Earth, that die " Passing away like... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1851 - 318 Seiten
...the Angel threw From Heaven's gate to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near! "Joy, joy for ever! my task is done— < The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won!" ADAM'S DESCRIPTION OF FIRST FINDING HIMSELF ON EARTH. For man to tell how human life began Is hard;... | |
 | 1852 - 1228 Seiten
...poor Peri, who ets into heaven at last, he makes her exclaim : " Oh, am I not happy ! I am, I am 1 To thee, sweet Eden, how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam, And the fragrant bowers of Amerabad 1" Any thing so grotesque and laughable, in the way of pathos and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 368 Seiten
...Angel threw From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! " Joy, joy for evert my task is done — " The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven...am I not happy? I am, I am— " To thee, sweet Eden I how dark and sad " Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM*, " And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 980 Seiten
...task is done— The gates are passed, and Heaven is won! Oh! am I not happy 1 I am, I am— To thec, sweet Eden! how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam, And the fragrant bowers of Ainberabad." There is in all this a play of fancy, a glitter of words, a... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1857 - 462 Seiten
...lines, when I heard my eldest daughter Polly sing them in a powerful tone of voice to our piano: 0, am I not happy ? I am ! I am ! To thee, sweet Eden, how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadderabam, And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad. But now, alas! as Polly—or Marie, as she would... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1857 - 434 Seiten
...is done — The gates are pass'd, and Heav'n is wen! Oh ! am I not happy ? I am, I am — To tlice, sweet Eden! how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam, And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad " Farewell, ye odors of Earth, that die Passing away like a lover's... | |
 | James Burke - 1859 - 166 Seiten
...lote-tree springing by Alla's throne, Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf? Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done : The gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won." K 2 [B. 1795.—n. 1829.] LINES ON A DECEASED PRIEST. BREATHE not his honour'd name, Silently keep... | |
 | James Burke - 1859 - 168 Seiten
...lote-tree springing by Alla's throne, Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf? Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done : The gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won." I 52 Calknan. [B. 1795.—D. 1829.] LINES ON A DECEASED PRIEST. BKEATHE not his honour'd name, Silently... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 Seiten
...Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near! " Joy, joy for ever! my task is done— The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won! The precious tears of repentance fall ? Though foul thy fiery plagues within, instant the elevation... | |
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forever ! my task is done— The gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won ! Oh ! am I not happy? I am, I am— To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam, 
