Thomas Moore

"Yes, sad one of Sion,[1] if closely resembling,         In shame and in sorrow, thy withered-up heart--     If drinking deep, deep, of the same"

"WRITTEN ON THE APPROACH OF WAR.     Where is now the smile, that lightened      Every hero's couch of rest?     Where is now the hope, that b"

"Fancy and Reality.--Rain-drops and Lakes.--Plan of a Story.--Where to place the Scene of it.--In some unknown Region.--Psalmanazar's Imposture with re"

"Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss,     On which my soul's beloved swore     That there should come a time of bliss,     When she would mock my h"

"When thou art nigh, it seems         A new creation round;     The sun hath fairer beams,         The lute a softer sound.     Tho' thee alone"

"If I swear by that eye, you'll allow,         Its look is so shifting and new,     That the oath I might take on it now         The very next g"

"Wednesday.     Thro' Manchester Square took a canter just now--     Met the old yellow chariot[1] and made a low bow.     This I did, of cours"

""Up!" said the Spirit and ere I could pray     One hasty orison, whirled me away     To a Limbo, lying--I wist not where--     Above or below,"

""We are persuaded that this our artificial man will not only walk and speak and perform most of the outward functions of animal life, but"

"Nights of music, nights of loving,         Lost too soon, remembered long.     When we went by moonlight roving,         Hearts all love and li"

"From this hour the pledge is given,         From this hour my soul is thine:     Come what will, from earth or heaven,         Weal or woe, thy"

"Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,         So full of hope, and joy, and light,     As if no cloud could ever rise,         To dim a heaven so"

"FROM THE CITY OP WASHINGTON.     If former times had never left a trace     Of human frailty in their onward race,     Nor o'er their pathway"

"[1]     "I've been, oh, sweet daughter,         "To fountain and sea,     "To seek in their water         "Some bright gem for thee.     "Where"

"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 w"

"Lord, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid,         When we shall see thy Angel hovering o'er     This sinful world with hand to heave"

"There came a nymph dancing              Gracefully, gracefully,             Her eye a light glancing              Like the blue sea;"

"FROM BERMUDA.[1]     "The daylight is gone--but, before we depart,     "One cup shall go round to the friend of my heart,     "The kindest, t"

"Still thou fliest, and still I woo thee,         Lovely phantom,--all in vain;     Restless ever, my thoughts pursue thee,         Fleeting eve"

"How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,         Whose theme is in the skies--     Like morning larks that sweeter sing         The nearer Heaven th"

"Wake up, sweet melody!             Now is the hour         When young and loving hearts             Feel most thy power,     One note of m"

"Ask what prevailing, pleasing power         Allures the sportive, wandering bee     To roam untired, from flower to flower,         He'll tell"

"There are two Loves, the poet sings,         Both born of Beauty at a birth:     The one, akin to heaven, hath wings,         The other, earthl"

"Come, listen to my story, while Your needle task you ply: At what I sing some maids will smile, While some, perhaps, may sigh. Though Love's the theme"

"The dance was o'er, yet still in dreams         That fairy scene went on;     Like clouds still flusht with daylight gleams         Tho' day it"

"My love and I, the other day,     Within a myrtle arbor lay,     When near us, from a rosy bed,     A little Snake put forth its head.     "S"

"Fare thee well, thou lovely one!         Lovely still, but dear no more;     Once his soul of truth is gone,         Love's sweet life is o'er."

"Forget not the field where they perished,         The truest, the last of the brave,     All gone--and the bright hope we cherished         Gon"

"Female Beauty at Venice.--No longer what it was in the time of Titian.-- His mistress.--Various Forms in which he has painted her.--Venus.--Divine and"

"As it was but last week that I sint you a letther,     You'll wondher, dear Judy, what this is about;     And, throth, it's a letther myself wou"

"A TRIO.     WATCHMAN.     Past twelve o'clock--past twelve.     Good night, good night, my dearest--         How fast the moments fly!"

""Sir Robert Peel believed it was necessary to originate all respecting religion and trade in a Committee of the House."             --Chu"

"The Gentleman's Proposal.                 Legge aurea,             S'ei piace, ei lice."     Come fly to these arms nor let beauties so bloom"

""nec tu sperne piis venientia somnia portis:             cum pia venerunt somnia, pondus liubent."             PROPERT. lib. iv. eleg. 7"

"[1]     Cupid once upon a bed     Of roses laid his weary head;     Luckless urchin not to see     Within the leaves a slumbering bee;     The"

"[1]     I heard as I lay, a wailing sound,         "He is dead--he is dead," the rumor flew;     And I raised my chain and turned me round,"

"FOUNDED ON A LATE DISTRESSING INCIDENT.     1832-3.             'mutantem regna cometem."             LUCAN.[1]     "Tho' all the pet mis"

"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly     To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;     And I think oft, i"

"Though sorrow long has worn my heart;         Though every day I've, counted o'er     Hath brought a new and, quickening smart         To wound"

"Instrumenta regni.--TACITUS.     Here's a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen and Ladies,     They'll fit you quite handy, whatever y"

"I love a maid, a mystic maid,         Whose form no eyes but mine can see;     She comes in light, she comes in shade,         And beautiful in"

"Whene'er you're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew,     'Twixt two lines of conduct which course to pursue,     Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'"

"While I touch the string,         Wreathe my brows with laurel,     For the tale I sing         Has, for once, a moral.     Common Sense, one"

""Hush, hush!"--how well     That sweet word sounds,     When Love, the little sentinel,         Walks his night-rounds;     Then, if a foot bu"

"I come from a land in the sun bright deep,         Where golden gardens grow;     Where the winds of the north, be calmed in sleep,         The"

"The man who keeps a conscience pure,         (If not his own, at least his Prince's,)     Thro' toil and danger walks secure,         Looks big"

"As vanquished Erin wept beside         The Boyne's ill-fated river,     She saw where Discord, in the tide,         Had dropt his loaded quiver"

"Loud complaints being made in these quick-reading times,     Of too slack a supply both of prose works and rhymes,     A new Company, formed on"

"Oh, could we do with this world of ours     As thou dost with thy garden bowers,     Reject the weeds and keep the flowers,         What a heav"

"Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,         Which now so sweetly thy heart employ:     Should the cold world come to wake thee         F"

"STANZAS ENCLOSED.     TO MY SHADOW; OR, WHY?--WHAT?--HOW?     Dark comrade of my path! while earth and sky         Thus wed their charms, in"

"I sat me down in my easy chair,         To read, as usual, the morning papers;     But--who shall describe my look of despair,         When I c"

"[Greek: NEA turannei]             EURPID. "Medea," v. 967.     Nay, tempt me not to love again,         There was a time when love was s"

"Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools;         Give me the sage who's able     To draw his moral thoughts and rules         From the study of t"

"TO .... ....     No--Lady! Lady! keep the ring:         Oh! think, how many a future year,     Of placid smile and downy wing,         May s"

""Come, tell me," says Rosa, as kissing and kist,         One day she reclined on my breast;     "Come, tell me the number, repeat me the list"

"Still thus, when twilight gleamed,     Far off his Castle seemed,         Traced on the sky;     And still, as fancy bore him.     To those di"

"Go then, if she, whose shade thou art,         No more will let thee soothe my pain;     Yet, tell her, it has cost this heart         Some pan"

"[1]     Silence is in our festal halls,--         Sweet Son of Song! thy course is o'er;     In vain on thee sad Erin calls,         Her minstre"

"Come, May, with all thy flowers,         Thy sweetly-scented thorn,     Thy cooling evening showers,         The fragrant breath at morn:"