Thomas Moore

"My Mopsa is little, my Mopsa is brown,     But her cheek is as smooth as the peach's soft down,         And, for blushing, no rose can come near"

"The valley lay smiling before me,          Where lately I left her behind;     Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me,         That saddene"

""Solemn dances were, on great festivals and celebrations, admitted among the primitive Christians, in which even the Bishops and dignified"

"I saw thy form in youthful prime,         Nor thought that pale decay     Would steal before the steps of Time,         And waste its bloom awa"

"Far as the sight can reach, beneath as clear     And blue a heaven as ever blest this sphere,     Gardens and pillared streets and porphyry dome"

"Dear Dick--just arrived at my own humblegte,     I enclose you, post-haste, the account, all complete,     Just arrived, per express, of our la"

"Love thee?--so well, so tenderly         Thou'rt loved, adored by me,     Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,         Were worthless without th"

"Mon ame sur mon lvre toit lors toute entire.             Pour savourer le miel qui sur la votre toit;             Mais en me retiran"

"Every season hath its pleasures;         Spring may boast her flowery prime,     Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures         Brighten Autumn's so"

"No--'tis not the region where Love's to be found--         They have bosoms that sigh, they have glances that rove,     They have language a Sap"

"Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,         Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,     While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely d"

"At morning, when the earth and sky         Are glowing with the light of spring,     We see thee not, thou humble fly!         Nor think upon t"

"Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming,         Life to the last, pursues its flight;     Day hath its visions fairly beaming,         But false as"

"If ever life was prosperously cast,         If ever life was like the lengthened flow     Of some sweet music, sweetness to the last,         '"

"WRITTEN IN A POCKET BOOK, 1822.     They tell us of an Indian tree,         Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky     May tempt its boughs to wander f"

"The Fall of Venice not to be lamented--Former Glory.--Expedition against Constantinople.--Giustinianis.--Republic.--Characteristics of the old Governm"

"[1]             "When they do agree, their unanimity is wonderful. The Critic.     1833.     Scene discovers Dr. Whig and Dr. Tory in con"

"Peace to the slumberers!         They lie on the battle-plain.     With no shroud to cover them;         The dew and the summer rain     Are a"

"Pure as the mantle, which, o'er him who stood         By Jordan's stream, descended from the sky,     Is that remembrance which the wise and goo"

"peninsularum Sirmio, insularumque ocelle.     Sweet Sirmio! thou, the very eye         Of all peninsulas and isles,     That in our lakes of silv"

"As I sate in my study, lone and still,     Thinking of Sergeant Talfourd's Bill,     And the speech by Lawyer Sugden made,     In spirit congen"

"Between Adam and me the great difference is,         Tho' a paradise each has been forced to resign,     That he never wore breeches, till turne"

"Rich and rare were the gems she wore,     And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;     But oh! her beauty was far beyond     Her sparkling"

"Great Sultan, how wise are thy state compositions!         And oh! above all I admire that Decree,     In which thou command'st that all she pol"

"qui facit per alium facit per se.     'Mong our neighbors, the French, in the good olden time         When Nobility flourisht, great B"

"BANK.     Is all then forgotten? those amorous pranks         You and I in our youth, my dear Government, played;     When you called me the f"

""If in China or among the natives of India, we claimed civil advantages which were connected with religious usages, little as we might val"

"Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,         In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes,     Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spiri"

"[1]     Vulcan! hear your glorious task;     I did not from your labors ask     In gorgeous panoply to shine,     For war was ne'er a sport of m"

"Of various scraps and fragments built,         Borrowed alike from fools and wits,     Dick's mind was like a patchwork quilt,         Made up"

"Long years have past, old friend, since we         First met in life's young day;     And friends long loved by thee and me,         Since then"

"When o'er the silent seas alone,     For days and nights we've cheerless gone,     Oh they who've felt it know how sweet,     Some sunny morn a"

"Oh Dick! you may talk of your writing and reading,     Your Logic and Greek, but there's nothing like feeding;     And this is the place for it,"

"Sic juvat perire.     When wearied wretches sink to sleep,      How heavenly soft their slumbers lie!     How sweet is death to those"

"Next week will be published (as "Lives" are the rage)         The whole Reminiscences, wondrous and strange,     Of a small puppy-dog that lived"

"In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,     A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,     Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,     He was"

"Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well,         May calm and sunshine long be thine!     How fair thou art let others tell,--         To feel how fa"

"Among other stray flashmen disposed of, this week,         Was a youngster named Stanley, genteelly connected,     Who has lately been passing o"

"Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,     Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;     Here still is the smile, that"

""And now," quoth the goddess, in accents jocose,     "Having got good materials, I'll brew such a dose     "Of Double X mischief as, mortals sha"

"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet     As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;[2]     Oh! the last rays of feeling and"

"O say, thou best and brightest,         My first love and my last.     When he, whom now thou slightest,         From life's dark scene hath pa"

"I could resign that eye of blue.         How e'er its splendor used to thrill me;     And even that cheek of roseate hue,--         To lose it,"

"But ah! if vain the patriot's zeal,     If neither valor's force nor wisdom's light     Can break or melt that blood-cemented seal     Whic"

"See you, beneath yon cloud so dark,     Fast gliding along a gloomy bark?     Her sails are full,--though the wind is still,     And there blow"

""Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day,     To drooping Age, who crest his way.--     "It is a sunny hour of play,     "For which repentan"

"Dost thou remember that place so lonely,     A place for lovers and lovers only,      Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?     When, as"

"Fragment of a Dream.--The great Painters supposed to be Magicians.--The Beginnings of the Art.--Gildings on the Glories and Draperies.-- Improvements"

"Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lying     Beneath the green arbor is still lying there;     And breezes like lovers around it are sigh"

""The greater the truth, the worse the libel."     A certain Sprite, who dwells below,         ('Twere a libel perhaps to mention where"

"Put off the vestal Veil, nor, oh!         Let weeping angels View it;     Your cheeks belie its virgin snow.         And blush repenting throug"

"[1]     At night, when all is still around.     How sweet to hear the distant sound         Of footstep, coming soft and light!     What pleasur"

"When he, who adores thee, has left but the name         Of his fault and his sorrows behind,     Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fa"

"This life is all checkered with pleasures and woes,         That chase one another like waves of the deep,--     Each brightly or darkly, as onw"

"Fleetly o'er the moonlight snows         Speed we to my lady's bower;     Swift our sledge as lightning goes,         Nor shall stop till morni"

"Would that I were a tuneful lyre,         Of burnished ivory fair,     Which, in the Dionysian choir,         Some blooming boy should bear!"

"As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean,         Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,     So, deep in my soul the still prayer of"

"[1]     All in again--unlookt for bliss!     Yet, ah! one adjunct still we miss;--     One tender tie, attached so long     To the same head"

""The night wind is moaning with mournful sigh,     "There gleameth no moon in the misty sky         "No star over Helle's sea;     "Yet, yet, t"

""That boy will be the death of me."             Matthews at Home.     Ah, Tories dear, our ruin is near,         With Stanley to help"