Thomas Moore

"Remember the glories of Brien the brave,         Tho' the days of the hero are o'er;     Tho' lost to Mononia and cold in the grave,[2]"

""And those things do best please me,             That befall preposterously."             PUCK Junior, Midsummer Night's Dream.     W"

"Remember thee? yes, while there's life in this heart,     It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art;     More dear in thy sorrow, thy glo"

"Love, wandering through the golden maze         Of my beloved's hair,     Traced every lock with fond delays,         And, doting, lingered the"

"From tongue to tongue the rumor flew;     All askt, aghast, "Is't true? is't true?"         But none knew whether 'twas fact or fable:     And"

"Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,     Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;     In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,"

"Sir,--     Most of your readers are no doubt acquainted with the anecdote told of a certain not over-wise judge who, when in the act of deliveri"

"Wanted--Authors of all-work to job for the season,         No matter which party, so faithful to neither;     Good hacks who, if posed for a rhy"

"Tell me the witching tale again,         For never has my heart or ear     Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain,         So pure to feel, so swee"

"'Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee,     Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea;     And who often, at eve, thro' the br"

"When, casting many a look behind,         I leave the friends I cherish here--     Perchance some other friends to find,         But surely fin"

"Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn,         Fanny dearest, for thee I'd sigh;     And every smile on my cheek should turn         To tears wh"

""I want the Court Guide," said my lady, "to look         "If the House, Seymour Place, be at 30. or 20."--     "We've lost the Court Guide, Ma'a"

"'Twas a new feeling--something more     Than we had dared to own before.         Which then we hid not;     We saw it in each other's eye,"

"[1]     Whose was the artist hand that spread     Upon this disk the ocean's bed?     And, in a flight of fancy, high     As aught on earthly wi"

"Fine and feathery artisan,     Best of Plumists (if you can     With your art so far presume)     Make for me a Prince's Plume--     Feathers"

"Different Attitudes in which Authors compose.--Bayes, Henry Stevens, Herodotus, etc.--Writing in Bed--in the Fields.--Plato and Sir Richard Blackmore."

"Here sleeps the Bard who knew so well     All the sweet windings of Apollo's shell;     Whether its music rolled like torrents near.     Or die"

"Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief     To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools;     This moment's a flower too fair and brief"

"WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK.     Take back the virgin page,         White and unwritten still;     Some hand, more calm and sage,"

"Oh, the sight entrancing,     When morning's beam is glancing,             O'er files arrayed             With helm and blade,     And plumes,"

"Who is the Maid my spirit seeks,         Thro' cold reproof and slander's blight?     Has she Love's roses on her cheeks?         Is hers an ey"

"Say, what shall we dance?     Shall we bound along the moonlight plain,     To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain?         Say, what shall we"

"Wreath the bowl         With flowers of soul,     The brightest wit can find us;         We'll take a flight         Towards heaven to-nig"

"When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow,         And stars in the heavens still lingering shone.     Young Kitty, all blushing,"

"FROM ORCUS, HIGH PRIEST OF MEMPHIS, TO DECIUS, THE PRAETORIAN PREFECT.     Rejoice, my friend, rejoice;--the youthful Chief     Of that light"

"carbone notati.     Ay--down to the dust with them, slaves as they are,         From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins,     That s"

"I more than once have heard at night A song like those thy lip hath given, And it was sung by shapes of light, Who looked and breathed, like thee, of"

"There's something strange, I know not what,                     Come o'er me,     Some phantom I've for ever got                     Before me."

"[1]     Youth's endearing charms are fled;     Hoary locks deform my head;     Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,     All the flowers of life decay.["

"Oh Wellington and Stephenson,         Oh morn and evening papers,     Times, Herald, Courier, Globe, and Sun,     When will ye cease our ears t"

"[1]     [Boy discovered at a table, with the Thirty-Nine Articles before him.--     Enter the Rt. Rev. Doctor Phillpots.]     Doctor P.--The"

"Hither, gentle Muse of mine,         Come and teach thy votary old     Many a golden hymn divine,         For the nymph with vest of gold."

"[1]             regnis EX sul ademptis.--Verg. 1827.     To Swanage--that neat little town in whose bay         Fair Thetis shows off in he"

"On beds of snow the moonbeam slept,         And chilly was the midnight gloom,     When by the damp grave Ellen wept--         Fond maid! it wa"

""It would be impossible for his Royal Highness to disengage his person from the accumulating pile of papers that encompassed it.""

"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"

"One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM,     Thus accosted our own Bird of Royalty, HUM,     In that Palace or China-shop (Brighton, which is i"

"Go, then--'tis vain to hover         Thus round a hope that's dead;     At length my dream is over;         'Twas sweet--'twas false--'tis fled"

"Night closed around the conqueror's way,         And lightnings showed the distant hill,     Where those who lost that dreadful day,         St"

"There comes a time, a dreary time,         To him whose heart hath flown     O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime,         And made each"

"Come list, while I tell of the heart-wounded Stranger         Who sleeps her last slumber in this haunted ground;     Where often, at midnight,"

""We are told that the bigots are growing old and fast wearing out. If it be so why not let us die in peace?"             --LORD BEXLEY'S"

"Who has not felt how sadly sweet         The dream of home, the dream of home,     Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,         When far o"

"Ere Psyche drank the cup that shed         Immortal Life into her soul,     Some evil spirit poured, 'tis said,         One drop of Doubt into"

"Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright             My heart's chain wove;     When my dream of life, from morn till night,             Was l"

"They came from a land beyond the sea,         And now o'er the western main     Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,         From the sunn"

"When thro' the Piazzetta         Night breathes her cool air,     Then, dearest Ninetta,         I'll come to thee there.     Beneath thy mask"

"Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,     Till love approached one fatal hour,     And made my tender branches feel     The wounds of his avenging"

"Still, like dew in silence falling,         Drops for thee the nightly tear     Still that voice the past recalling,         Dwells, like echo,"

"FIRST CUPBEARER.     Drink of this cup--Osiris sips         The same in his halls below;     And the same he gives, to cool the lips"

"Puir, profligate Londoners, having heard tell         That the De'il's got amang ye, and fearing 'tis true,     We ha' sent ye a mon wha's a mat"

"'Tis said--but whether true or not         Let bards declare who've seen 'em--     That Love and Time have only got         One pair of wings b"

"Oh, do not look so bright and blest,         For still there comes a fear,     When brow like thine looks happiest,         That grief is then"

"Of all the misfortunes as yet brought to pass         By this comet-like Bill, with its long tail of speeches,     The saddest and worst is the"

"Spirit of Love, whose locks unrolled,     Stream on the breeze like floating gold;     Come, within a fragrant cloud     Blushing with light, t"

"Hush, sweet Lute, thy songs remind me         Of past joys, now turned to pain;     Of ties that long have ceased to bind me,         But whose"

"Like morning, when her early breeze     Breaks up the surface of the seas,     That, in those furrows, dark with night,     Her hand may sow th"

"Weep, weep for him, the Man of God--[1]         In yonder vale he sunk to rest;     But none of earth can point the sod[2]         That flowers"

"Oh banquet not in those shining bowers,         Where Youth resorts, but come to me:     For mine's a garden of faded flowers,         More fit"