 | John Bartlett - Quotations - 1865 - 504 pages
...Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. The Harp that Once. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure like the midnight flower,...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly not Yet, Go where glory waits thee. Go where Glorg. And the heart that is soonest awake to the... | |
 | Samuel Jackson Gardner - American essays - 1865 - 324 pages
...yet," in which he entreats his companions to " Fly not yet, 't is just the hour, When PLEASURE, like a midnight flower, That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids that love the moon. 'T is then their soft attractions glowing, Set the tides and goblets flowing,"... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1867 - 474 pages
...scarcely mark its swift career, — It cannot be so long ago ! FLY NOT YET. T. MOOBB.] [Irish Melody. FLY not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like...light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids that love the moon ! 'Twas but to bless those hours of shade, That beauty and the moon were made ;... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Ireland - 1869 - 222 pages
...now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, FLY NOT YET. TTLY not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas hut to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; 'Tis then their soft attractions... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 pages
...Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. The Harp that Oace. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure like the midnight flower,...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly mi Yet. Go where glory waits thee. Co where Glory. And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 pages
...Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, FLY NOT YET. FLY not yet ; 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; "i'is then their soft... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Songs - 1872 - 514 pages
...him not blush, when he leaves us to-night, To find that they fell there in vain. u \\ / \ \\ o Jfltt not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made; 'Tis then their soft attractions... | |
 | Jacob Larwood - London (England) - 1872 - 324 pages
...time of night " was still considered — s " Just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flow'r . . That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons oi night , And maids that lore the moon." "In Tom Durfey's play of "The Marriage Hater Matched," (1693),... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Songs, Irish - 1874 - 160 pages
...only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. FLY NOT YET. FLY not yet ; 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made : Tis then their soft attractions... | |
 | John Bartlett - Quotations - 1874 - 798 pages
...praise, Now feel that pulse no more. The Harp that once. [Irish Melodies continued. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower...bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. Fly not yet. Oh stay ! — Oh stay ! — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh... | |
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Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh! stay, — Oh! stay, — Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh ! 'tis pain To break its links so soon. 
