Thomas Moore

"[1]     Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,     Thus your humid pinions move,     Shedding through the air in showers     Essence of the balmiest fl"

"My fates had destined me to rove     A long, long pilgrimage of love;     And many an altar on my way     Has lured my pious steps to stay;"

"--nova monstra creavit.             OVID. "Metamorph." 1. i. v. 417.     Having sent off the troops of brave Major Camac,     With a"

"The English to be met with everywhere.--Alps and Threadneedle Street.--The Simplon and the Stocks.--Rage for travelling.--Blue Stockings among the Wah"

"When the sad word, "Adieu," from my lip is nigh falling,         And with it, Hope passes away,     Ere the tongue hath half breathed it, my fon"

"I've had a dream that bodes no good     Unto the Holy Brotherhood.     I may be wrong, but I confess--         As far as it is right or lawful"

"A lottery, a Lottery,     In Cupid's court there used to be;             Two roguish eyes             The highest prize     In Cupid's schemin"

""Return!"--no, never, while the withering hand     Of bigot power is on that hapless land;     While, for the faith my fathers held to God,"

"Come, maids and youths, for here we sell         All wondrous things of earth and air;     Whatever wild romancers tell,         Or poets sing,"

""Go!" said the angry, weeping maid,     "The charm is broken!--once betrayed,     "Never can this wronged heart rely     "On word or look, on o"

"Amiens.     Dear DOLL, while the tails of our horses are plaiting,         The trunks tying on, and Papa, at the door,     Into very bad Frenc"

"As, by his Lemnian forge's flame,     The husband of the Paphian dame     Moulded the glowing steel, to form     Arrows for Cupid, thrilling wa"

"scripsit quidem fata, sed sequitur.             SENECA.     Of old, the Sultan Genius reigned,         As Nature meant, supreme alone"

"o dulces comitum valete coetus!             CATULLUS.     No, never shall my soul forget         The friends I found so cordial-heart"

"Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them,         And smile thro' our tears, like a sunbeam in showers:     There never were hearts,"

"Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn     The wealth of Amalthea's horn;     Nor should I ask to call the throne     Of the Tartessian prince my own;["

"When Love, who ruled as Admiral o'er     Has rosy mother's isles of light,     Was cruising off the Paphian shore,         A sail at sunset hov"

"The beam of morning trembling             Stole o'er the mountain brook,         With timid ray resembling             Affection's early lo"

"'Twas on a day     When the immortals at their banquet lay;                 The bowl         Sparkled with starry dew,     The wee"

"Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire, etc.     Cease the sighing fool to play;     Cease to trifle life away;     Nor vainly think those j"

"Oh, call it by some better name,         For Friendship sounds too cold,     While Love is now a worldly flame,         Whose shrine must be of"

""Where are the visions that round me once hovered,         "Forms that shed grace from their shadows alone;     "Looks fresh as light from a sta"

"When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved,         Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;     Or, if from their slumber"

"If I speak to thee in friendship's name,         Thou think'st I speak too coldly;     If I mention Love's devoted flame,         Thou say'st I"

"utrum horum             dirius borun? Incerti Auctoris.     What! still those two infernal questions,         That with our meals our"

"Hark! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling;         Earth's weary children to repose;     While, round the couch of Nature falling,         Gent"

"I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here,--         Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps:     I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear,"

"Who d' ye think we've got here?--quite reformed from the giddy.         Fantastic young thing that once made such a noise--     Why, the famous"

"Bright be thy dreams--may all thy weeping     Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping.         May those by death or seas removed,     The fri"

"If thou wouldst have thy charms enchant our eyes,     First win our hearts, for there thy empire lies:     Beauty in vain would mount a heartles"

"Dear Lyndhurst,--you'll pardon my making thus free,--     But form is all fudge 'twixt such "comrogues" as we,     Who, whate'er the smooth view"

"In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover,         Like them of old whose one immortal blow     Struck off the galling fetters that hung over"

"Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,         The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,[1]     When proudly, my own Island"

"September, 1818.     Some think we bards have nothing real;         That poets live among the stars so,     Their very dinners are ideal,--"

"Here lies Factotum Ned at last;         Long as he breathed the vital air,     Nothing throughout all Europe past         In which Ned hadn't s"

"IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE     IMPROMPTU.             --Ego Pars--VIRG.     In wedlock a species of lottery lies,"

"The halcyon hangs o'er ocean,         The sea-lark skims the brine;     This bright world's all in motion,         No heart seems sad but mine."

"See how, beneath the moonbeam's smile,         Yon little billow heaves its breast,     And foams and sparkles for awhile,--         Then murmu"

"One night the nymph called country dance--         (Whom folks, of late, have used so ill,     Preferring a coquette from France,         That"

"I wish I was by that dim Lake,[1]     Where sinful souls their farewell take     Of this vain world, and half-way lie     In death's cold shado"

"When first that smile, like sunshine, blest my sight,         Oh what a vision then came o'er me!     Long years of love, of calm and pure delig"

"Go, now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber--     Moments so sweet again ne'er shalt thou number.     Of Pain's bitter draught the flavor ne"

"To be the theme of every hour     The heart devotes to Fancy's power,     When her prompt magic fills the mind     With friends and joys we've"

"Supposed to be sung by OLD PROSY, the Jew, in the character of Major CARTWRIGHT.     Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill,         Dat's to p"

"When I behold the festive train     Of dancing youth, I'm young again!     Memory wakes her magic trance,     And wings me lightly through the"

"Hither, Flora, Queen of Flowers!     Haste thee from old Brompton's bowers--     Or, (if sweeter that abode)     From the King's well-odored Ro"

"When Cupid sees how thickly now,     The snows of Time fall o'er my brow,     Upon his wing of golden light.     He passes with an eaglet's f"

"WRITTEN IN A COMMONPLACE BOOK, CALLED "THE BOOK OF FOLLIES;" IN WHICH EVERY ONE THAT OPENED IT WAS TO CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING.     This tribute's"

"Twin'st thou with lofty wreath thy brow?         Such glory then thy beauty sheds,     I almost think, while awed I bow         'Tis Rhea's sel"

"WRITTEN IN HER ALBUM.     They say that Love had once a book         (The urchin likes to copy you),     Where, all who came, the pencil took"

""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"

"Air.--Come with me, and we will go                      Where the rocks of coral grow.     Come with me and we will blow     Lots of bubbles"

"Tho' 'tis all but a dream at the best,         And still, when happiest, soonest o'er,     Yet, even in a dream, to be blest         Is so swee"

"[1]     Oh tidings of freedom! oh accents of hope!         Waft, waft them, ye zephyrs, to Erin's blue sea,     And refresh with their sounds eve"

""His 'prentice han'             He tried on man,             And then he made the lasses."     "And now," quoth the Minister, (ease"

"Shine out, Stars! let Heaven assemble         Round us every festal ray,     Lights that move not, lights that tremble,         All to grace th"

"While History's Muse the memorial was keeping         Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,     Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weepi"

""sic vos non vobis."             "The Vicar of Birmingham desires me to state that, in consequence of the passing of a recent Act of Pa"

"Why, let the stingless critic chide     With all that fume of vacant pride     Which mantles o'er the pendant fool,     Like vapor on a stagnan"

"But, whither have these gentle ones,     These rosy nymphs and black-eyed nuns,     With all of Cupid's wild romancing,     Led by truant brain"