Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter best known for "Irish Melodies" (1808–1834), a collection of songs including "The Last Rose of Summer"…
"You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she blest her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,"
"Go forth to the Mount; bring the olive-branch home,[1] And rejoice; for the day of our freedom is come! From that time,[2] when the m"
"Drink of this cup;--you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk of the cordial that sparkled f"
"A SHORT STRAIN OF MUSIC FROM THE ORCHESTRA. There breathes a language known and felt Far as the pure air spreads its living zone;"
"[1] "Take back the virgin page." MOORE'S Irish Melodies. No longer dear Vesey, feel hurt and uneasy At"
""Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, "Where angels of light o'er our orisons bend; "Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers"
"Let other bards to groves repair, Where linnets strain their tuneful throats; Mine be the Woods and Forests where The Treas"
"Tuesday evening, I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, I could not come to * * * to meet you; But this curst gout wont let me sti"
"My gentle harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, And now in"
"Once in each revolving year, Gentle bird! we find thee here. When Nature wears her summer-vest, Thou comest to weave thy simple nes"
"Carlton Terrace, 1832. Whereas, Lord ---- de ---- Left his home last Saturday, And, tho' inquired for round and round Thro'"
"I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies, And in thy breath his pinion dips, Who suns him in thy radiant eyes, And faints up"
""Tell me, kind Seer, I pray thee, "So may the stars obey thee "So may each airy "Moon-elf and fairy "Nightly their hom"
"[1] They both were husht, the voice, the chords,-- I heard but once that witching lay; And few the notes, and few the words."