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8187	Moore, Thomas	The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore Collected by Himself with Explanatory Notes			.txt	text/plain	375211	35282	94	Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One. Farewell!--but Whenever You welcome the Hour. Harp That Once thro' Tara's Halls, The. Has Sorrow Thy Young Days shaded. To......: 'Tis Time, I feel, to leave Thee Now. To......: To be the Theme of Every Hour. Thy beauty, like Day, o'er the dull world breaking. Do they flow, like the dews of the love-breathing night, Like that which Love opes thro' the eye to the heart? The stars shall look like worlds of love, From your cold gleaming eyes, tho' you move like men who live, Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, That breeze which, like thy love-song, dies away! [2] "And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness Weeping for thee, my love, thro' the long day, Weeping for thee, my love, thro' the long day, How light was thy heart till Love's witchery came,	./cache/8187.txt	./txt/8187.txt