Notes from the Letters of Thomas Moore to His Music Publisher, James Power: The Publication of which Were Supressed in London ; with an Introductory Letter from Thomas Crofton Croker of London

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Redfield, 1853 - 176 pages
 

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Page 28 - tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon.
Page 28 - The defendant's song was to this effect : — " Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure moves with brisker power ; When fancy deck'd with pinions bright, Exerts with sons of mirth her flight ; And lovers court the moon." The learned Counsel read the verses of each song, to the very great entertainment of the Court. Mr. Moore's other song began in this way : — " O weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bow'r The lord of the valley with false vows came.
Page xxxi - Croker and the Right Hon. Lord John Russell, on some passages of ' Moore's Diary,
Page xxxiii - As to the great mass of those that are unpublished, the extracts from them given in the catalogue appear to us quite as curious as any that Lord John has published, and even as Moore's own Diary. Mr. Power seems to have been the person deepest in his personal confidence — most employed in all his concerns — and for many long and struggling years, while Moore looked so gay and prosperous to the world, his only resource almost for his daily bread.
Page 33 - I'm sorry, dear Moore, there's a damp to your joy, Nor think my old strain of mythology stupid, When I say that your wife had a right to a boy, For Venus is nothing without a young Cupid. But since Fate the boon that you wished for refuses, By granting three girls to your happy embraces, She but meant, while you wandered abroad with the Muses, Your wife should be circled at home by the Graces...
Page 39 - Tread light o'er the Poet, whom Death was to blame For gathering so soon to his store ; In the lays of his youth he was LITTLE in fame, Though his name has since shone on us MORE. The Muses and Graces hung over his lyre, And taught him the feelings to move ; — To wake the warm glow of impassion'd desire, And kindle the bosom to love. of the words are of course good, tho' not so good as might have been expected — but the Music !
Page 15 - Moira been offered to him, he replied to this last proposal, " I would rather struggle on as I am, than take anything that would have the effect of tying up my tongue under such a system as the present."* Within a few days of giving this answer, he was obliged to write to Mr.
Page 33 - sa damp to your joy, Nor think my old strain of mythology stupid, When 1 say, that your wife had a right to a boy, For Venus is nothing without a young Cupid. But since Fate, the boon that you wish'd for, refuses, By granting three girls to your happy embraces, She but meant, while you wander" d abroad with the Muses, Your wife should be circled at home by the Graces!
Page 104 - As vanquished Erin wept beside,' &c. and ' Quick we have but a second,' is quite the song that might have been suggested by a pleasant travelling party being hurried off from an agreeable meeting. The horn of the mail-coach guard, or the voice of some equally urgent personage is absolutely ringing in the ear." the Birmingham Music-Meeting. We shall see. There are now seven Irish Melodies done, and a month more will complete the Number.
Page 2 - Moore's papers, on condition of my undertaking to be the editor, such a sum as, with the small pension allowed by the Crown, would enable Mrs. Moore to enjoy for the remainder of her life the moderate income which had latterly been the extent and limit of the yearly family expense.

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