Thomas Moore

"When the wine-cup is smiling before us,         And we pledge round to hearts that are true, boy, true,     Then the sky of this life opens o'er"

"GENERAL IN HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES, MASTER-GENERAL OF THE ORDNANCE, CONSTABLE OF THE TOWER, ETC.     MY LORD,     It is impossible to think of a"

"Thro' Erin's Isle,          To sport awhile,     As Love and Valor wandered,          With Wit, the sprite,          Whose quiver bright"

"And doth not a meeting like this make amends,         For all the long years I've been wandering away--     To see thus around me my youth's ear"

""Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life,         "There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake--     "It is time you should"

"Blest infant of eternity!         Before the day-star learned to move,     In pomp of fire, along his grand career,         Glancing th"

"I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,         A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on;     I came when the sun o'er that beach w"

"How oft has the Banshee cried,             How oft has death untied             Bright links that Glory wove,             Sweet bonds e"

"[1]     Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear     Wounds the fleeting mountain-deer!     Dian, Jove's immortal child,     Huntress of the sa"

""I authorized my Committee to take the step which they did, of proposing a fair comparison of strength, upon the understanding that whiche"

"(SUNG IN THE CHARACTER OF BRITANNIA.)             "The Public Debt is due from ourselves to ourselves, and resolves             itself into a Fami"

"Written at Middleton.     Oh albums, albums, how I dread         Your everlasting scrap and scrawl!     How often wish that from the dead     Ol"

"[1]     Behold, the young, the rosy Spring,     Gives to the breeze her scented wing:     While virgin Graces, warm with May;     Fling roses o'"

"HE.     On to the field, our doom is sealed,         To conquer or be slaves:     This sun shall see our nation free,         Or set upon our"

"Lay his sword by his side,[1]--it hath served him too well         Not to rest near his pillow below;     To the last moment true, from his hand"

""o ego non felix, quam tu fugis, ut pavet acres             agna lupos, capreaeque leones."--HOR.             Said a Sovereign to a No"

"(Air.--Unknown.)[1]             "The day is thine, the night is also thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun.             "Thou hast"

"To the tune of "There was a little man, and he wooed a little maid."     DEDICATED TO THE RT. HON. CHARLES ABBOT.             arcades ambo et"

"No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep         An island of lovelier charms;     It blooms in the giant embrace of the deep,         Like"

"What, thou, my friend! a man of rhymes,         And, better still, a man of guineas,     To talk of "patrons," in these times,         When aut"

"SUGGESTED BY THE LATE WORK OF THE REVEREND MR. IRVING "ON PROPHECY."     1826     A millennium at hand!--I'm delighted to hear it--"

"When Love was a child, and went idling round,         'Mong flowers the whole summer's day,     One morn in the valley a bower he found,"

"The wisest soul, by anguish torn,         Will soon unlearn the lore it knew;     And when the shrining casket's worn,         The gem within w"

"There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary     Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary--         What may that Desert be?     'Tis"

"Go, let me weep--there's bliss in tears,     When he who sheds them inly feels     Some lingering stain of early years         Effaced by every"

"Since first Thy Word awaked my heart,     Like new life dawning o'er me,     Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art,         All light and love be"

"BY SIR THOMAS LETHBRIDGE.             "legiferoe Cereri Phoeboque."--VERGIL.     Dear Goddess of Corn whom the ancients, we know,         ("

"Farewell!--but whenever you welcome the hour.     That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,     Then think of the friend who once welc"

"Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me         Some song of ancient days,     Whose sounds, in this sad memory,         Long buried dreams shall raise"

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

"Why does she so long delay?         Night is waning fast away;     Thrice have I my lamp renewed,         Watching here in solitude,     Where"

"Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken         Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er;     Thy heart is changed, thy vow is broken,         Thou lo"

"To weave a garland for the rose.         And think thus crown'd 'twould lovelier be,     Were far less vain than to suppose         That silks"

"[1]     Listen to the Muse's lyre,     Master of the pencil's fire!     Sketched in painting's bold display,     Many a city first portray;"

"Oh, lost, forever lost--no more         Shall Vesper light our dewy way     Along the rocks of Crissa's shore,         To hymn the fading fires"

"How happy, once, tho' winged with sighs,         My moments flew along,     While looking on those smiling eyes,         And listening to thy m"

"PROEM             "The moment any religion becomes national, or established, its purity must certainly be lost, because it is then impossible t"

"suosque tibi commendat, Troja Penates hos cape fatorum comites.             VERGIL.     1813.     As recruits in these times are no"

"Unbind thee, love, unbind thee, love,         From those dark ties unbind thee;     Tho' fairest hand the chain hath wove,         Too long its"

"When the first summer bee             O'er the young rose shall hover,         Then, like that gay rover,             I'll come to thee."

""His Lordship said that it took a long time for a moral position to find its way across the Atlantic. He was very sorry that its voyage ha"

"INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE PROPRIETOR IN FULL COSTUME, ON THE 24TH OF NOVEMBER, 1812.     This day a New House for your edification"

"FROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON.     'Tis evening now; beneath the western star     Soft sighs the lover through his sweet cigar,     And fills t"

""Look here," said Rose, with laughing eyes,         "Within this box, by magic hid,     "A tuneful Sprite imprisoned lies,         "Who sings t"

""To Panurge was assigned the Laird-ship of Salmagundi, which was yearly worth 6,789,106,789 ryals besides the revenue of the Locusts and P"

"List! 'tis a Grecian maid that sings,             While, from Ilissus' silvery springs,         She draws the cool lymph in her graceful"

""Histoire d'Anne Boleyn."             "S'elle estoit belle et de taille lgante,             Estoit des yeulx encor plus attirante,"

"Lightly, Alpine rover,     Tread the mountains over;     Rude is the path thou'st yet to go;         Snow cliffs hanging o'er thee,         Fi"

"Row gently here,             My gondolier,         So softly wake the tide,             That not an ear.             On earth, may hea"

"What a time since I wrote!--I'm a sad, naughty girl--     For, tho' like a tee-totum, I'm all in a twirl;--     Yet even (as you wittily say) a"

"I saw it all in Fancy's glass--         Herself, the fair, the wild magician,     Who bade this splendid day-dream pass,         And named each"

"Light sounds the harp when the combat is over,         When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloom;     When laurels hang loose from the brow o"

"[1]     Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves,     Where lotus with the myrtle weaves;     And while in luxury's dream I sink,     Let me the balm o"

"Then first from Love, in Nature's bowers,         Did Painting learn her fairy skill,     And cull the hues of loveliest flowers,         To pi"

""Come, if thy magic Glass have power         "To call up forms we sigh to see;     "Show me my, love, in that, rosy bower,         "Where last"

"With women and apples both Paris and Adam         Made mischief enough in their day:--     God be praised that the fate of mankind, my dear Mada"

"Fare thee well, perfidious maid,     My soul, too long on earth delayed,     Delayed, perfidious girl, by thee,     Is on the wing for liberty."

"[1]             at Paris[2] et Fratres, et qui rapure sub illis.             vix tenuere manus (scis hoc, Menelae) nefandas.             OVID"

"PARODY ON SIR CHARLES HAN. WILLIAMS'S FAMOUS ODE,     "COME, CLOE, and GIVE ME SWEET KISSES."             "We want more Churches and more Cler"

"Cum digno digna.....                                                  SULPICIA.     "Who is the maid, with golden hair,     "With eye"