Thomas Moore

""vox clamantis in deserto."     Said Malthus one day to a clown         Lying stretched on the beach in the sun,--     "What's the n"

"Sing to Love--for, oh, 'twas he         Who won the glorious day;     Strew the wreaths of victory         Along the conqueror's way.     Yoke"

"They told her that he, to whose vows she had listened         Thro' night's fleeting hours, was a spirit unblest;--     Unholy the eyes, that be"

"FOUNDED UPON SOME LATE CALCULATIONS.     Fine figures of speech let your orators follow,     Old Cocker has figures that beat them all hollow."

"Dulcis conscia lectuli lucerna.             MARTIAL, lib. xiv. epig. 89.     "Oh! love the Lamp" (my Mistress said),         "The fai"

"Of all the fair months, that round the sun     In light-linked dance their circles run,         Sweet May, shine thou for me;     For still, wh"

"No wonder bards, both high and low,         From Byron down to ***** and me,     Should seek the fame which all bestow         On him whose tas"

"Fill high the cup with liquid flame,     And speak my Heliodora's name.     Repeat its magic o'er and o'er,     And let the sound my lips adore"

"[1]     Come, Yarmouth, my boy, never trouble your brains,         About what your old crony,         The Emperor Boney,     Is doing or brewing"

"PROEM.     Of all that, to the sage's survey,     This world presents of topsy-turvy,     There's naught so much disturbs one's patience,"

"Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms,     Or tell the tale of Theban arms;     With other wars my song shall burn,     For other wounds my harp s"

"BY JOHN BULL.             Dublin, March 12, 1827.--Friday, after the arrival of the packet bringing the account of the defeat of the Catholic Q"

"To all that breathe the air of heaven,     Some boon of strength has Nature given.     In forming the majestic bull,     She fenced with wreath"

"Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin[1]         On him who the brave sons of Usna betrayed!     For every fond eye he hath wakened a"

"'Twas but for a moment--and yet in that time         She crowded the impressions of many an hour:     Her eye had a glow, like the sun of her cl"

"DEDICATION. TO STEPHEN WOOLRICHE, ESQ.     MY DEAR WOOLRICHE,--     It is now about seven years since I promised (and I grieve to think it is"

"Fallen is thy Throne, oh Israel!         Silence is o'er thy plains;     Thy dwellings all lie desolate,         Thy children weep in chains."

"Merrily every bosom boundeth,                 Merrily, oh!     Where the song of Freedom soundeth,                 Merrily oh!         There t"

"Oh, where's the slave so lowly,     Condemned to chains unholy,         Who, could he burst         His bonds at first,     Would pine beneath"

"ACCORDING TO THE NEWEST RECEIPT AS DISCLOSED IN A LATE HERALDIC WORK,[1]     Choose some title that's dormant--the Peerage hath many--     Lor"

"I give thee all--I can no more--         Tho' poor the offering be;     My heart and lute are all the store         That I can bring to thee."

"ST. SENANUS.[1]     "Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle,     Unholy bark, ere morning smile;     For on thy deck, though dark it be,"

"[1]     Awake to life, my sleeping shell,     To Phoebus let thy numbers swell;     And though no glorious prize be thine,     No Pythian wreath"

"A Visit to the house where Rousseau lived with Madame de Warrens.-- Their Menage.--Its Grossness.--Claude Anet.--Reverence with which the spot is now"

"He comes from Erin's speechful shore     Like fervid kettle, bubbling o'er         With hot effusions--hot and weak;     Sound, Humbug, all you"

"Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art,     Till, filled with the one sacred image, my heart         Shall all other passions disown;"

"Fly swift, my light gazelle,         To her who now lies waking,     To hear thy silver bell         The midnight silence breaking.     And, w"

"It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days,     When love, only love was the light of her ways;     And, soft as in moments of bliss lon"

"Still when daylight o'er the wave     Bright and soft its farewell gave,     I used to hear, while light was falling,     O'er the wave a sweet"

"The world was husht, the moon above         Sailed thro' ether slowly,     When near the casement of my love,         Thus I whispered lowly,--"

"To     Samuel Rogers, Esq.          This Eastern Romance Is Inscribed By His Very Grateful And Affectionate Friend,      Thomas Moore."

"With twenty chords my lyre is hung,         And while I wake them all for thee,     Thou, O maiden, wild and young,         Disportest in airy"

"odi profanum, valgus et arceo;             favete linguis: carmina non prius                      audila Musarum sacerdos"

"Verses of Hippolyta to her Husband.     They tell me thou'rt the favored guest         Of every fair and brilliant throng;     No wit like thine"

""A Christian of the best edition."--RABELAIS.     Canonize him!--yea, verily, we'll canonize him,         Tho' Cant is his hobby and m"

"Thro' grief and thro' danger thy smile hath cheered my way,     Till hope seemed to bud from each thorn that round me lay;     The darker our fo"

""We are ever standing on the defensive. All that we say to them is, 'leave us alone.' The Established Church is part and parcel of the con"

"FROM COLONEL THOMAS TO ---- SKEFFINGTON, ESQ.     Come to our Fte and bring with thee     Thy newest, best embroidery.     Come to our Fte"

"What news to-day?--"Oh! worse and worse--     "Mac[1] is the Prince's Privy Purse!"--     The Prince's Purse! no, no, you fool,     You mean th"

""quem das finem, rex magne, laborum?"             VERGIL.     1826.     How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all"

"They try to persuade me, my dear little sprite,     That you're not a true daughter of ether and light,     Nor have any concern with those fanc"

"[1]     See those cherries, how they cover         Yonder sunny garden wall;--     Had they not that network over,         Thieving birds wo"

"Dear John, as I know, like our brother of London,     You've sipt of all knowledge, both sacred and mundane,     No doubt, in some ancient Joe M"

"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 came to Lefroy's "destructiv"

"We read the flying courser's name     Upon his side, in marks of flame;     And, by their turbaned brows alone,     The warriors of the East ar"

"Yes, Winchelsea (I tremble while I pen it),     Winehelsea's Earl hath cut the British Senate--     Hath said to England's Peers, in accent gruf"

"These few brief lines, my reverend friend,     By a safe, private hand I send     (Fearing lest some low Catholic wag     Should pry into the L"

"Come, listen to my story, while         Your needle task you ply:     At what I sing some maids will smile,         While some, perhaps, may si"

"To see thee every day that came,     And find thee still each day the same;     In pleasure's smile or sorrow's tear     To me still ever kind"

"'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove,         We are sure to find something blissful and dear.     And that, when we're far from the lips"

"The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm,     Was once a weeping matron's form;[1]     And Progne, hapless, frantic maid,     Is now a swallow"

"TO JULIA.             --sine me sit nulla Venus.             SULPICIA.     Our hearts, my love, were formed to be     The genuine twins of Sym"

"'Tis the last rose of summer         Left blooming alone;     All her lovely companions         Are faded and gone;     No flower of her kindr"

"TO ----.     What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell     Of that bright hour, remembered well     As tho' it shone but yesterday,     When loiteri"

"The dawn is breaking o'er us,         See, heaven hath caught its hue!     We've day's long light before us,     What sport shall we pursue?"

"[1]     One day the Muses twined the hands     Of infant Love with flowery bands;     And to celestial Beauty gave     The captive infant for he"

"When on the lip the sigh delays,         As if 'twould linger there for ever;     When eyes would give the world to gaze,         Yet still loo"

"SCENE.--Penenden Plain. In the middle, a caldron boiling. Thunder.--     Enter three Brunswickers.         1st Bruns.--Thrice hath scribbling K"

"I thought this heart enkindled lay         On Cupid's burning shrine:     I thought he stole thy heart away,         And placed it near to mine"

"Dear? yes, tho' mine no more,         Even this but makes thee dearer;     And love, since hope is o'er,         But draws thee nearer.     C"