Thomas Moore

"Arrah, where were you, Murthagh, that beautiful day?--         Or how came it your riverence was laid on the shelf,     When that poor craythur,"

"Oft in the stilly night,         Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,     Fond Memory brings the light         Of other days around me;"

"FROM HIS EXCELLENCY DON STREPITOSO DIABOLO, ENVOY EXTRAORDINARY TO HIS SATANIC MAJESTY.     St. James's Street, July 1, 1826.     Great Sir,"

""War against Babylon!" shout we around,         Be our banners through earth unfurled;     Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound--"

"With all humility we beg     To inform the public, that Tom Tegg--     Known for his spunky speculations     In buying up dead reputations,"

""Tunnebridge est la mme distance de Londres, que Fontainebleau             l'est de Paris. Ce qu'il y a de beau et de galant dans l'un"

"[1]     Fill me, boy, as deep a draught,     As e'er was filled, as e'er was quaffed;     But let the water amply flow,     To cool the grape's"

"Take hence the bowl;--tho' beaming         Brightly as bowl e'er shone,     Oh, it but sets me dreaming         Of happy days now gone.     Th"

"[1]     Go seek for some abler defenders of wrong,         If we must run the gantlet thro' blood and expense;     Or, Goths as ye are, in yo"

"Farewell, Theresa! yon cloud that over         Heaven's pale night-star gathering we see,     Will scarce from that pure orb have past ere thy l"

"That sky of clouds is not the sky     To light a lover to the pillow             Of her he loves--     The swell of yonder foaming billow"

"'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,         Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead--     When Man, from the slumber"

"WRITTEN AFTER THE LATE NEGOTIATION FOR A NEW MINISTRY.     King Crack was the best of all possible Kings,         (At least, so his Courtiers"

"How oft a cloud, with envious veil,         Obscures yon bashful light,     Which seems so modestly to steal         Along the waste of night!"

"IRREGULAR ODE.     Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,         While yet, beneath some northern sky,     Ungilt by beams, ungemmed by sh"

"In slumber, I prithee how is it         That souls are oft taking the air,     And paying each other a visit,         While bodies are heaven k"

"When midnight came to close the year,         We sighed to think it thus should take     The hours it gave us--hours as dear         As sympath"

"[1]     How am I to punish thee,     For the wrong thou'st done to me     Silly swallow, prating thing--     Shall I clip that wheeling wing?"

"Where shall we bury our shame?         Where, in what desolate place,     Hide the last wreck of a name         Broken and stained by disgrace?"

"Preface.      The practice which has been lately introduced into literature, of writing very long notes upon very indifferent verses, appears t"

"No, not more welcome the fairy numbers         Of music fall on the sleeper's ear,     When half-awaking from fearful slumbers,         He thin"

"Thy song has taught my heart to feel         Those soothing thoughts of heavenly love,     Which o'er the sainted spirits steal         When li"

"A sylph, as bright as ever sported         Her figure thro' the fields of air,     By an old swarthy Gnome was courted.         And, strange to"

"TIME--THE NINTH CENTURY.     To-morrow, comrade, we     On the battle-plain must be,         There to conquer, or both lie low!     The morn"

"Let's take this world as some wide scene.         Thro' which in frail but buoyant boat,     With skies now dark and now serene,         Togeth"

"Quick! we have but a second,         Fill round the cup, while you may;     For Time, the churl, hath beckoned,         And we must away, away!"

"Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove     That flies alone to some sunny grove,     And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,     All vestal white,"

"If thou wouldst have me sing and play,         As once I played and sung,     First take this time-worn lute away,         And bring one freshl"

"WRITTEN AFTER THE LATE NEGOTIATION FOR A NEW MINISTRY. King Crack was the best of all possible Kings, (At least, so his Courtiers would swear to you g"

"With moonlight beaming         Thus o'er the deep,     Who'd linger dreaming         In idle sleep?     Leave joyless souls to live by day,--"

"Love is a hunter-boy,         Who, makes young hearts his prey,     And in his nets of joy         Ensnares them night and day.     In vain co"

"I often wish this languid lyre,     This warbler of my soul's desire,     Could raise the breath of song sublime,     To men of fame, in former"

"TO THE HONORABLE MRS. NORTON.     For the groundwork of the following Poem I am indebted to a memorable Fte, given some years since, at Boyle"

"Monarch Love, resistless boy,     With whom the rosy Queen of Joy,     And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven's hue,     Disporting tread the mount"

"Here is one leaf reserved for me,     From all thy sweet memorials free;     And here my simple song might tell     The feelings thou must gues"

"Then, fare thee well, my own dear love,         This world has now for us     No greater grief, no pain above         The pain of parting thus,"

"Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade     Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played;     "Why thus in darkness lie?" whispered youn"

"Say, what shall be our sport today?         There's nothing on earth, in sea, or air,     Too bright, too high, too wild, too gay         For s"

"A Bishop and a bold dragoon,         Both heroes in their way,     Did thus, of late, one afternoon,         Unto each other say:--     "Dear"

""This much I dare say, that, since lording and loitering hath come up, preaching hath come down, contrary to the Apostles' times. For they"

"I pledge myself thro' thick and thin,         To labor still with zeal devout     To get the Outs, poor devils, in,         And turn the Ins, t"

"Imitated from Horace, lib. i, ode 3.     So may my Lady's prayers prevail,         And Canning's too, and lucid Bragge's,     And Eldon beg a"

"Oh for the swords of former time!         Oh for the men who bore them,     When armed for Right, they stood sublime,         And tyrants crouc"

"They may rail at this life--from the hour I began it,         I found it a life full of kindness and bliss;     And, until they can show me some"

"Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark--         Wherever blows the welcome wind,     It cannot lead to scenes more dark,         More sad than t"

""The widow of Nethercoat is appointed jailer of Loughrea, in the room of her deceased husband."--Limerick Chronicle.     Whether as que"

"Hear me but once, while o'er the grave,         In which our Love lies cold and dead,     I count each flattering hope he gave         Of joys"

"--"quas ipsa decus sibi dia Camilla             delegit pacisque bonas bellique ministras."             VERGIL.     As Whig Reform ha"

"When to sad Music silent you listen,         And tears on those eyelids tremble like dew,     Oh, then there dwells in those eyes as they gliste"

"When my thirsty soul I steep,     Every sorrow's lulled to sleep.     Talk of monarchs! I am then     Richest, happiest, first of men;     Car"

"Tho' lightly sounds the song I sing to thee,     Tho' like the lark's its soaring music be,     Thou'lt find even here some mournful note that t"

"I have been, like Puck, I have been, in a trice,     To a realm they call Fool's Paradise,     Lying N.N.E. of the Land of Sense,     And seldo"

"Oh, no--not even when first we loved,         Wert thou as dear as now thou art;     Thy beauty then my senses moved,         But now thy virtu"

"The money raised--the army ready--     Drums beating, and the Royal Neddy     Valiantly braying in the van,     To the old tune ""Eh, eh, Sire"

"Fairest! put on awhile         These pinions of light I bring thee,     And o'er thy own green isle         In fancy let me wing thee.     Nev"

"[1]     Buds of roses, virgin flowers,     Culled from Cupid's balmy bowers,     In the bowl of Bacchus steep,     Till with crimson drops they"

""This clamor which pretends to be raised for the safety of religion has almost worn put the very appearance of it, and rendered us not onl"

"[1]     Observe when mother earth is dry,     She drinks the droppings of the sky;     And then the dewy cordial gives     To every thirsty plan"

"By that Lake, whose gloomy shore     Sky-lark never warbles o'er,[2]     Where the cliff hangs high and steep,     Young St. Kevin stole to sle"

"Come, chase that starting tear away,         Ere mine to meet it springs;     To-night, at least, to-night be gay,         Whate'er to-morrow b"