Thomas Moore

"[1]     When wine I quaff, before my eyes     Dreams of poetic glory rise;[2]     And freshened by the goblet's dews,     My soul invokes the he"

"doctoribus loetamur tribus.     1826.     Tho' many great Doctors there be,         There are three that all Doctors out-top,"

"FROM ALCIPHRON AT ALEXANDRIA TO CLEON AT ATHENS.     Well may you wonder at my flight         From those fair Gardens in whose bowers     Lin"

"Music in Italy.--Disappointed by it.--Recollections or other Times and Friends.--Dalton.--Sir John Stevenson.--His Daughter.--Musical Evenings togethe"

"(Entering as if to announce the Play.)     Ladies and Gentlemen, on Monday night,     For the ninth time--oh accents of delight     To the poo"

"Said Cotton to Corn, t'other day,         As they met and exchanged a salute--     (Squire Corn in his carriage so gay,         Poor Cotton hal"

"Quit the sword, thou King of men,     Grasp the needle once again;     Making petticoats is far     Safer sport than making war;     Trimming"

"The present Lord Kenyon (the Peer who writes letters,     For which the waste-paper folks much are his debtors)     Hath one little oddity well"

"Thou bidst me sing the lay I sung to thee         In other days ere joy had left this brow;     But think, tho' still unchanged the notes may be"

"College.--We announced, in our last that Lefroy and Shaw were returned. They were chaired yesterday; the Students of the College determine"

"Air.--"Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear.                         salvete, fratres Asini. ST. FRANCIS.     Write on, write on, ye Barons de"

"When Love is kind,         Cheerful and free,     Love's sure to find         Welcome from me.     But when Love brings         Heartache or"

"Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane,[1]         And burn'd thro' long ages of darkness and storm,     Is the heart that sorr"

""A Temple to Friendship;" said Laura, enchanted,         "I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!"     Her temple was built and she n"

"Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes,     Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies!         Shining through sorrow's stream,"

"Quest. Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh?     Answ. Because it is a slender thing of wood,         That up and down its awkward arm doth s"

"Say, did you not hear a voice of death!         And did you not mark the paly form     Which rode on the silvery mist of the heath,         And"

"Air-"Come live with me and be my love."     Come wed with me and we will write,     My Blue of Blues, from morn till night.     Chased from o"

"Fill the bumper fair!         Every drop we sprinkle     O'er the brow of Care         Smooths away a wrinkle.     Wit's electric flame"

"When first I met thee, warm and young,         There shone such truth about thee.     And on thy lip such promise hung,         I did not dare"

"How I grieve you're not with us!--pray, come, if you can,     Ere we're robbed of this dear, oratorical man,     Who combines in himself all the"

"Nell ora, credo, che dell'oriente                 Prima raggio nel monte Citerea,                 Che di fuoco d'amor par sempre dente,"

"One bumper at parting!--tho' many         Have circled the board since we met,     The fullest, the saddest of any         Remains to be crowne"

"When I have seen thy snow-white wing     From the blue wave at evening spring,     And show those scales of silvery white,     So gayly to the"

""And drink oblivion to our woes."             Anna Matilda.     Talk no more of your Cheltenham and Harrowgate springs,         'Tis"

"Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead![1] whom we know by the light you give     From your cold gleaming eyes, tho' you move like men who live,         Why l"

"WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE.[1]             et remigem cantus hortatur.             QUINTILIAN.     Faintly as tolls the evening chim"

"[1]     Here recline you, gentle maid,     Sweet is this embowering shade;     Sweet the young, the modest trees,     Ruffled by the kissing bre"

"[1]     To Love, the soft and blooming child,     I touch the harp in descant wild;     To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,     The boy, who br"

"[1]     Thou, whose soft and rosy hues     Mimic form and soul infuse,     Best of painters, come portray     The lovely maid that's far away."

"She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre         The rosy rays of evening fell,     As if to feed with their soft fire         The soul within tha"

"ABOARD THE PHAETON FRIGATE, OFF THE AZORES, BY MOONLIGHT.     Sweet Moon! if, like Crotona's sage,[1]         By any spell my hand could dare"

"Let us drain the nectared bowl,     Let us raise the song of soul     To him, the god who loves so well     The nectared bowl, the choral swell"

"WRITTEN ABOARD THE BOSTON FRIGATE     28TH APRIL.[1]     When freshly blows the northern gale,         And under courses snug we fly;     O"

"Oh, guard our affection, nor e'er let it feel     The blight that this world o'er the warmest will steal:     While the faith of all round us is"

""Good night! good night!"--And is it so?     And must I from my Rosa go?     Oh Rosa, say "Good night!" once more,     And I'll repeat it o'er"

"I will, I will, the conflict's past,     And I'll consent to love at last.     Cupid has long, with smiling art,     Invited me to yield my hea"

"Those evening bells! those evening bells!     How many a tale their music tells,     Of youth and home and that sweet time     When last I hear"

"ADDRESSED TO J. ATKINSON, ESQ. M. R. I. A.     Though long at school and college dozing.     O'er books of verse and books of prosing,     An"

"FROM ABDALLAH,[1] IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN, IN ISPAHAN.     Whilst thou, Mohassan, (happy thou!)     Dost daily bend thy loyal brow     Before"

"Away, away--you're all the same,         A smiling, fluttering, jilting throng;     And, wise too late, I burn with shame,         To think I'v"

"About fifty years since, in the days of our daddies,         That plan was commenced which the wise now applaud,     Of shipping off Ireland's m"

"Gayly sounds the castanet,         Beating time to bounding feet,     When, after daylight's golden set,         Maids and youths by moonlight"

"Here, take my heart--'twill be safe in thy keeping,         While I go wandering o'er land and o'er sea;     Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sle"

"Love thee, dearest? love thee?         Yes, by yonder star I swear,     Which thro' tears above thee         Shines so sadly fair;     Tho' of"

"AUTHOR OF THE POETICAL PORTRAITURE OF THE CHURCH.     Sweet singer of Romaldkirk, thou who art reckoned,     By critics Episcopal, David the S"

"Before we sketch the Present--let us cast     A few, short, rapid glances to the Past.     When he, who had defied all Europe's strength,"

"Alas! my dear friend, what a state of affairs!         How unjustly we both are despoiled of our rights!     Not a pound of black flesh shall I"

"Behold the Sun, how bright      From yonder East he springs,     As if the soul of life and light      Were breathing from his wings.     So"

"Not long in bed had Lyndhurst lain,         When, as his lamp burned dimly,     The ghosts of corporate bodies slain,[1]         Stood by his b"

"Dear Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper,     When Parliament's up, ever take in a paper,     But trust for your news to such stray odds"

"Tho' humble the banquet to which I invite thee,         Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command:     Eyes, beaming with welcome, sha"

"Bring the bright garlands hither,         Ere yet a leaf is dying;     If so soon they must wither.         Ours be their last sweet sighing."

"Almighty GOD! when round thy shrine     The Palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine,[1]     (Emblem of Life's eternal ray,     And Love that "fade"

"Ask not if still I love,         Too plain these eyes have told thee;     Too well their tears must prove         How near and dear I hold thee"

"The young rose I give thee, so dewy and bright,     Was the floweret most dear to the sweet bird of night,     Who oft, by the moon, o'er her bl"

"'Tis true, my fading years decline,     Yet can I quaff the brimming wine,     As deep as any stripling fair,     Whose cheeks the flush of mor"

"He, who instructs the youthful crew     To bathe them in the brimmer's dew,     And taste, uncloyed by rich excesses,     All the bliss that wi"

"In vain we fondly strive to trace     The soul's reflection in the face;     In vain we dwell on lines and crosses,     Crooked mouth or short"

"WRITTEN AT LACOCK ABBEY, JANUARY, 1832.     When I would sing thy beauty's light,     Such various forms, and all so bright,     I've seen thee,"