Thomas Moore

"I have a garden of my own,         Shining with flowers of every hue;     I loved it dearly while alone,         But I shall love it more with"

"Oh Wellington and Stephenson, Oh morn and evening papers, Times, Herald, Courier, Globe, and Sun, When will ye cease our ears to stun With these two h"

"monstrum nulla virtute redemptum.     Come, riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree,         And tell me what my name may be.     I am nea"

"In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,         And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,     When we live in a bright-beamin"

"Has sorrow thy young days shaded,         As clouds o'er the morning fleet?     Too fast have those young days faded,         That, even in sor"

"What life like that of the bard can be--     The wandering bard, who roams as free     As the mountain lark that o'er him sings,     And, like"

"Oft, when the watching stars grow pale,         And round me sleeps the moonlight scene,     To hear a flute through yonder vale         I from"

"Calm be thy sleep as infant's slumbers!         Pure as angel thoughts thy dreams!     May every joy this bright world numbers         Shed o'e"

""At the interment of the Duke of York, Lord Eldon, in order to guard against the effects of the damp, stood upon his hat during the whole of the cerem"

"Place the helm on thy brow,             In thy hand take the spear;--         Thou art armed, Cupid, now,             And thy battle-hour i"

"Come, tell me where the maid is found.         Whose heart can love without deceit,     And I will range the world around,         To sigh one"

"PREFACE.     The Sceptical Philosophy of the Ancients has been no less misrepresented than the Epicurean. Pyrrho may perhaps have carried it to"

"Fear not that, while around thee         Life's varied blessings pour,     One sigh of hers shall wound thee,         Whose smile thou seek'st"

"A beam of tranquillity smiled in the west,      The storms of the morning pursued us no more;     And the wave, while it welcomed the moment of"

"Reflections on reading Du Cerceau's Account of the Conspiracy of Rienzi, in 1347.--The Meeting of the Conspirators on the Night of the 19th of May.--T"

"[1]     Count me, on the summer trees,     Every leaf that courts the breeze;     Count me, on the foamy deep,     Every wave that sinks to slee"

""If it be the undergraduate season at which this rabies religiosa is to be so fearful, what security has Mr. Goulburn against it at this m"

"They wove the lotus band to deck     And fan with pensile wreath each neck;     And every guest, to shade his head,     Three little fragrant c"

"Cloris! if I were Persia's king,         I'd make my graceful queen of thee;     While FANNY, wild and artless thing,         Should but thy hu"

"As news from Olympus has grown rather rare,     Since bards, in their cruises, have ceased to touch there,     We extract for our readers the in"

"O'er mountains bright             With snow and light,         We Crystal-Hunters speed along;             While rocks and caves,"

"Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us--         Youth may wither, but feeling will last;     All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us"

"This world is all a fleeting show,         For man's illusion given;     The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,     Deceitful shine, deceitful fl"

"Who has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE,         With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave,[278]     Its temples and grottos and fount"

"To no one Muse does she her glance confine,     But has an eye, at once, to all the Nine!"

"Ripened by the solar beam,     Now the ruddy clusters teem,     In osier baskets borne along     By all the festal vintage throng     Of rosy"

"How I love the festive boy,     Tripping through the dance of joy!     How I love the mellow sage,     Smiling through the veil of age!     An"

"Come not, oh LORD, in the dread robe of splendor         Thou worest on the Mount, in the day of thine ire;     Come veiled in those shadows, de"

"There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing,         And lamps from every casement shown;     While voices blithe within are singing,"

"Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own,     In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone,     Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming"

"[1]     To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine,     Fairest of all that fairest shine;     To thee, who rulest with darts of fire     This world of"

"Come, play me that simple air again,         I used so to love, in life's young day,     And bring, if thou canst, the dreams that then"

"Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore,         How oft I dream of thee,     And of those days when, by thy shore,         I wandered young and free."

"Dear Judy, I sind you this bit of a letther,     By mail-coach conveyance--for want of a betther--     To tell you what luck in this world I hav"

"[1]     At length, dearest Freddy, the moment is night     When, with Perceval's leave, I may throw my chains by;     And, as time now is preciou"

"nulla tuum nobis subducet femina lectum, etc., Lib. iv. Carm. 13.     "Never shall woman's smile have power         "To win me from those gentle c"

"We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast,      Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest;     And, when pleasure begins t"

"persico odi, puer, adparatus;             displicent nexae philyra coronae;             mitte sectari, Rosa quo locorum"

"Were not the sinful Mary's tears         An offering worthy Heaven,     When, o'er the faults of former years,         She wept--and was forgiv"

"Remember the time, in La Mancha's shades,         When our moments so blissfully flew;     When you called me the flower of Castilian maids,"

"Che con le lor bugie pajon divini.             MAURO D'ARCANO.     I do confess, in many a sigh,     My lips have breathed you many a"

"Come, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim,     He who shrinks from a bumper I pledge not to him;     Here's the girl that each loves, be he"

"My harp has one unchanging theme,         One strain that still comes o'er     Its languid chord, as 'twere a dream         Of joy that's now n"

"Now Neptune's month our sky deforms,     The angry night-cloud teems with storms;     And savage winds, infuriate driven,     Fly howling in th"

"I just had turned the classic page.         And traced that happy period over,     When blest alike were youth and age,     And love inspired t"

""Ahi, mio Ben!" --METASTASIO.[3] What! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown? Is this the new go?--kick a man when he's down! When the foe has knockt"

"Is not thy mind a gentle mind?     Is not that heart a heart refined?     Hast thou not every gentle grace,     We love in woman's mind and fac"

"Wake thee, my dear--thy dreaming         Till darker hours will keep;     While such a moon is beaming,         'Tis wrong towards Heaven to sl"

"FIRST VISIT.     1832.     As St. Jerome who died some ages ago,     Was sitting one day in the shades below,     "I've heard much of Engl"

"Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved,         And bright were its flowery banks to his eye;     But far, very far were the friends that he l"

"Behold, my love, the curious gem         Within this simple ring of gold;     'Tis hallow'd by the touch of them         Who lived in classic h"

"Mary Magdalen.--Her Story.--Numerous Pictures of her.--Correggio--Guido --Raphael, etc.--Canova's two exquisite Statues.--The Somariva Magdalen. --Cha"

"A wounded Chieftain, lying         By the Danube's leafy side,     Thus faintly said, in dying,         "Oh! bear, thou foaming tide."

"Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul,     Grave for me an ample bowl,     Worthy to shine in hall or bower,     When spring-time brings the reve"

"Down in the valley come meet me to-night,         And I'll tell you your fortune truly     As ever 'twas told, by the new-moon's light,"

"TO HER LOVER.     Was it the moon, or was it morning's ray,     That call'd thee, dearest, from these arms away?     Scarce hadst thou left m"

"Couldst thou look as dear as when         First I sighed for thee;     Couldst thou make me feel again     Every wish I breathed thee then,"

"The time I've lost in wooing,     In watching and pursuing         The light, that lies         In woman's eyes,     Has been my heart's undoi"

"I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,         If thy smiles had left me too;     I'd weep when friends deceive me,         If thou wert, like them"

"They know not my heart, who believe there can be     One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee;     Who think, while I see thee in beauty"