Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter best known for "Irish Melodies" (1808–1834), a collection of songs including "The Last Rose of Summer"…
"Sing--sing--Music was given, To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in Heaven, By harmony's l"
"When night brings the hour Of starlight and joy, There comes to my bower A fairy-winged boy; With eyes so bright,"
"The Picture Gallery.--Albano's Rape of Proserpine.--Reflections.-- Universal Salvation.--Abraham sending away Agar, by Guercino.--Genius. Went"
"FROM BUFFALO, UPON LAKE ERIE. nec venit ad duros musa vocata Getas. OVID. ex Ponto, lib. 1. ep. 5. Thou oft has"
"Tho' famed was Mesmer, in his day, Nor less so, in ours, is Dupotet, To say nothing of all the wonders done By that wizard, Dr. Ell"
"Yes, 'twas a cause, as noble and as great As ever hero died to vindicate-- A Nation's right to speak a Nation's voice, And own no p"
"In vain all the Knights to the Underwald wooed her, Tho' brightest of maidens, the proudest was she; Brave chieftains they sought, a"
"[1] While we invoke the wreathed spring, Resplendent rose! to thee we'll sing; Resplendent rose, the flower of flowers, Whose br"
"God preserve us!--there's nothing now safe from assault;-- Thrones toppling around, churches brought to the hammer; And accounts have just reached us"
"A letter having been addressed to a very distinguished personage, requesting him to become the Patron of this Orange Club, a polite answer was for"
"haud curat Hippoclides. ERASM. Adag. To those we love we've drank tonight; But now attend and stare not, While I the"
"Yet, even here, tho' Fiction rules the hour, There shine some genuine smiles, beyond her power; And there are tears, too--tears that Mem"
"'Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought-- When, lost in the future"
"(VIDE DESCRIPTION OF A LATE FTE.)[1] 1832. What a pleasing contrivance! how aptly devised 'Twixt tar and magnolias to puzzl"
"Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers, Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was born for much more, and in"
"FROM BERMUDA, JANUARY, 1804. Oh, what a sea of storm we've past!-- High mountain waves and foamy showers, And battling winds"
"Yes--loving is a painful thrill, And not to love more painful still But oh, it is the worst of pain, To love and not be loved again"
"BY LORD STANLEY. (HIS FIRST ATTEMPT IN VERSE.) "Evil, be thou my good." --MILTON. How various are the ins"
"As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a war"
"Air.--"A master I have, and I am his man, Galloping dreary dun." "Castle of Andalusia." The Duke is the l"
"[1] Like some wanton filly sporting, Maid Of Thrace, thou flyest my courting. Wanton filly! tell me why Thou trip'st away, with"
"Dear DICK, while old DONALDSON'S[1] mending my stays,-- Which I knew would go smash with me one of these days, And, at yesterday's dinne"
"The women tell me every day That all my bloom has pas past away. "Behold," the pretty wantons cry, "Behold this mirror with a sigh;"
"At morn, beside yon summer sea, Young Hope and Love reclined; But scarce had noon-tide come, when he Into his bark leapt smilin"
"When thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright, Ere I"
"in lachrymas verterat omne merum. TIB. lib. i. eleg. 5. Press the grape, and let it pour Around the board its pur"
"Our first young love resembles That short but brilliant ray, Which smiles and weeps and trembles Thro' April's earliest day."
"FATE OF GENEVA IN THE YEAR 1782. A FRAGMENT. Yes--if there yet live some of those, Who, when this small Republic rose, Quic"
"Come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Mine thro' sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll,"
"principibus placuisse viris! --HORAT. Yes, grief will have way--but the fast falling tear Shall be mingled wi"
"--risum tenaetis, amici "The longer one lives, the more one learns," Said I, as off to sleep I went, Bemused with thi"
"dicebas quondam, etc. To Lesbia. Thou told'st me, in our days of love, That I had all that heart of thine; That, even to sh"
"TO .... .... THE MORNING OF HER BIRTHDAY. In witching slumbers of the night, I dreamt I was the airy sprite That on thy"
"[1] Away, away, ye men of rules, What have I do with schools? They'd make me learn, they'd make me think, But would they make me"
"HE. What the bee is to the floweret, When he looks for honey-dew, Thro' the leaves that close embower it, That, my lo"
"Round the world goes, by day and night, While with it also round go we; And in the flight of one day's light An image of al"
"When I am dead. Then lay my head In some lone, distant dell, Where voices ne'er Shall stir the air, Or br"
"Resolved--to stick to every particle Of every Creed and every Article; Reforming naught, or great or little, We'll stanchly stand b"
"Remember him thou leavest behind, Whose heart is warmly bound to thee, Close as the tenderest links can bind A heart as war"
""Now what, we ask, is become of this Sinking Fund--these eight millions of surplus above expenditure, which were to reduce the interest of"
"A hunter once in that grove reclined, To shun the noon's bright eye, And oft he wooed the wandering wind, To cool his brow"
"It glads us much to be able to say, That a meeting is fixt for some early day, Of all such dowagers--he or she-- (No matter the sex, so they dowagers"
"Yes, yes, when, the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay; And, tho' Time may take from hi"
"They tell me thou'rt the favored guest Of every fair and brilliant throng; No wit like thine to wake the jest, No voice lik"
"Lesbia hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one"
"Dulcis conscia lectuli lucerna. MARTIAL, lib. xiv. epig. 89. "Oh! love the Lamp" (my Mistress said), "The faithful Lamp that, many a night, "Beside th"
"The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. When f"
"Wind thy horn, my hunter boy, And leave thy lute's inglorious sighs; Hunting is the hero's joy, Till war his nobler game su"
"Annulus ille viri. OVID. "Amor." lib. ii. eleg. 15. The happy day at length arrived When Rupert was to wed"
"Is it not sweet to think, hereafter, When the Spirit leaves this sphere. Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her To those"
"Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns One charm of feeling, one fond regret; Believe me, a few of thy angry frowns"
"Here, at thy tomb, these tears I shed, Tears, which though vainly now they roll, Are all love hath to give the dead, And we"
"Quand l'homme commence raissonner, il cesse de sentir.--J. J. ROUSSEAU. 'Twas in the summer time so sweet,"
"'Twas night, and many a circling bowl Had deeply warmed my thirsty soul; As lulled in slumber I was laid, Bright visions o'er my fa"
"The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er, Thy triumph hath stained the charm thy sorrows then wore; And even of the light"
"Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st; May life be for thee one summer's day, And all that thou wishest and all that thou lov's"
"Southampton. As 'tis now, my dear Tully, some weeks since I started By railroad for earth, having vowed ere we parted To drop you"
"While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turned, To look at orbs, that, more bright, In lone and distant"
"[1] I saw the smiling bard of pleasure, The minstrel of the Teian measure; 'Twas in a vision of the night, He beamed upon my won"
"Like one who, doomed o'er distant seas His weary path to measure, When home at length, with favoring breeze, He brings the"