Thomas Moore

"[1]     Missing or lost, last Sunday night,         A Waterloo coin whereon was traced     The inscription, "Courage!" in letters bright,"

"To-day, dearest! is ours;         Why should Love carelessly lose it?     This life shines or lowers         Just as we, weak mortals, use it."

"As slow our ship her foamy track         Against the wind was cleaving,     Her trembling pennant still looked back         To that dear isle '"

"Being weary of love,                 I flew to the grove,     And chose me a tree of the fairest;                 Saying, "Pretty R"

"I saw the moon rise clear         O'er hills and vales of snow     Nor told my fleet reindeer         The track I wished to go.     Yet quick"

"FROM MESSRS. LACKINGTON AND CO. TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.     Per Post, Sir, we send your MS.--look it thro'--     Very sorry--but can't undertake"

"In the dirge we sung o'er him no censure was heard,         Unembittered and free did the tear-drop descend;     We forgot, in that hour, how th"

"Good reader! if you e'er have seen,         When Phoebus hastens to his pillow,     The mermaids, with their tresses green,         Dancing upo"

"effare causam nominis,             utrumne mores hoc tui             nomen dedere, an nomen hoc             secuta morum regula. AUSONI"

"Let Erin remember the days of old.         Ere her faithless sons betrayed her;     When Malachi wore the collar of gold,[1]     Which he won f"

"Et tu, Brute!     1828.[1]     What! Miguel, not patriotic! oh, fy!         After so much good teaching 'tis quite a take-in, Sir;"

"Oh, the joys of our evening posada,         Where, resting, at close of day,     We, young Muleteers of Grenada,         Sit and sing the sunsh"

"[1]     If hoarded gold possest the power     To lengthen life's too fleeting hour,     And purchase from the hand of death     A little span, a"

"[1]     As late I sought the spangled bowers,     To cull a wreath of matin flowers,     Where many an early rose was weeping,     I found the u"

"FROM THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF CORK TO LADY---.     My dear Lady---! I've been just sending out     About five hundred cards for a snug little R"

"Give me the harp of epic song,     Which Homer's finger thrilled along;     But tear away the sanguine string,     For war is not the theme I s"

""Cosi quel fiato gli spiriti mali             Di qu, di l, di giu, di su gli mena."             Inferno, canto 5.     I turned my"

"Paris, March 30,1833.     You bid me explain, my dear angry Ma'amselle,     How I came thus to bolt without saying farewell;     And the trut"

"FROM THE BANKS OF THE ST. LAWRENCE.     Not many months have now been dreamed away     Since yonder sun, beneath whose evening ray     Our bo"

"How sweet the answer Echo makes         To music at night,     When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,     And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,"

"BRIGHTON, JUNE, 1825.     This life, dear Corry, who can doubt?--         Resembles much friend Ewart's[1] wine,     When first the rosy drops co"

"Sir--A well-known classical traveller, while employed in exploring, some time since, the supposed site of the Temple of Diana of Ephesus,"

"With triumph, this morning, oh Boston! I hail The stir of thy deck and the spread of thy sail, For they tell me I soon shall be wafted, in thee, To th"

"qua via difficilis, quaque est via nulla             OVID Metam. lib iii. v. 227.     Now the vapor, hot and damp,     Shed by day's"

"When midst the gay I meet         That gentle smile of thine,     Tho' still on me it turns most sweet,         I scarce can call it mine:"

"A broken cake, with honey sweet,     Is all my spare and simple treat:     And while a generous bowl I crown     To float my little banquet dow"

"I've heard, there was in ancient days         A Lyre of most melodious spell;     'Twas heaven to hear its fairy lays,         If half be true"

"When in death I shall calmly recline,         O bear my heart to my mistress dear;     Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine         Of the br"

"Here's the bower she loved so much,         And the tree she planted;     Here's the harp she used to touch--         Oh, how that touch enchan"

"Mind not tho' daylight around us is breaking,--     Who'd think now of sleeping when morn's but just waking?     Sound the merry viol, and dayli"

"Not from thee the wound should come,         No, not from thee.     Care not what or whence my doom,         So not from thee!     Cold triump"

"Wouldst know what tricks, by the pale moonlight,         Are played by me, the merry little Sprite,     Who wing thro' air from the camp to the"

"Pity me, love! I'll pity thee,     If thou indeed hast felt like me.     All, all my bosom's peace is o'er!     At night, which was my hour of"

"Be still my heart: I hear them come:         Those sounds announce my lover near:     The march that brings our warriors home         Proclaims"

"There's a song of the olden time,         Falling sad o'er the ear,     Like the dream of some village chime,         Which in youth we loved t"

"Our earth, as it rolls thro' the regions of space,         Wears always two faces, the dark and the sunny;     And poor human life runs the same"

"All that's bright must fade,--         The brightest still the fleetest;     All that's sweet was made         But to be lost when sweetest."

"Eque brevi verbo ferre perenne malum.             SECUNDUS, eleg. vii.     Still the question I must parry,         Still a wayward t"

"After some observations from Dr. M'Grig     On that fossil reliquium called Petrified Wig,     Or Perruquolithus--a specimen rare     Of those"

"[1]     Oh thou, of all creation blest,     Sweet insect, that delight'st to rest     Upon the wild wood's leafy tops,     To drink the dew that"

"Donington Park, 1802     To catch the thought, by painting's spell,         Howe'er remote, howe'er refined,     And o'er the kindling canvas"

"If life for me hath joy or light,             'Tis all from thee,     My thoughts by day, my dreams by night,             Are but of thee, of o"

"Young Jessica sat all the day,         With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining;     Her needle bright beside her lay,         So active once!"

"[1]     Armed with hyacinthine rod,     (Arms enough for such a god,)     Cupid bade me wing my pace,     And try with him the rapid race."

"I'm quite of your mind;--tho' these Pats cry aloud         That they've got "too much Church," 'tis all nonsense and stuff;     For Church is li"

"Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,     Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid:     Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears t"

"[1]     BY LORD ELDON.             "vos inumbrelles video."--Ex Juvenil.             GEORGII CANNINGII.[2]     My Lords, I'm accused of a"

"PROEM.     Where Kings have been by mob-elections         Raised to the throne, 'tis strange to see     What different and what odd perfection"

"The more I've viewed this world, the more I've found,     That filled as 'tis with scenes and creatures rare,     Fancy commands within her own"

"'Twas noon of night, when round the pole     The sullen Bear is seen to roll;     And mortals, wearied with the day,     Are slumbering all the"

"Whisperings, heard by wakeful maids,         To whom the night-stars guide us;     Stolen walks thro' moonlight shades,         With those we l"

"Well, it isn't the King, after all, my dear creature!         But don't you go laugh, now--there's nothing to quiz in't--     For grandeur of ai"

"Drink to her, who long,         Hath waked the poet's sigh.     The girl, who gave to song         What gold could never buy.     Oh! woman's"

"FROM THE RIGHT HON. PATRICK DUIGENAN TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR JOHN NICHOL.     Last week, dear Nichol, making merry     At dinner with our Secret"

"Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave         To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes?     Shall a Minstrel of Erin st"

"Let History boast of her Romans and Spartans,     And tell how they stood against tyranny's shock;     They were all, I confess, in my eye, Bett"

"TO THE EDITOR OF THE TIMES.     Sir--Having just heard of the wonderful resurrection of Mr. Roger Dodsworth from under an avalanche, where he ha"

"The song that lightens the languid way,             When brows are glowing,             And faint with rowing,     Is like the spell of Hope's"

"Flow on, thou shining river;         But ere thou reach the sea     Seek Ella's bower and give her         The wreaths I fling o'er thee     A"

"Yours of the 12th received, just now--         Thanks, for the hint, my trusty brother!     'Tis truly pleasing to see how         We, FUDGES,"