Thomas Moore

"To Ladies' eyes around, boy,         We can't refuse, we can't refuse,     Tho' bright eyes so abound, boy,         'Tis hard to choose, 'tis h"

"I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curled         Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.     And I said, "If there's peace to be fo"

"'Twas midnight dark,             The seaman's bark,     Swift o'er the waters bore him,             When, thro' the night,"

"Twopenny Post-Bag, INTERCEPTED LETTERS, ETC. LETTER IV. PAGE 584.     Among the papers, enclosed in Dr. Duigenan's Letter, was found an Heroic"

""My birth-day"--what a different sound         That word had in my youthful ears!     And how, each time the day comes round,         Less and"

"Hark! from Spain, indignant Spain,         Burst the bold, enthusiast strain,         Like morning's music on the air;         And seems in"

"When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy,     The rosy harbinger of joy,     Who, with the sunshine of the bowl,     Thaws the winter of our soul--"

"Poor wounded heart, farewell!             Thy hour of rest is come;             Thou soon wilt reach thy home,         Poor wounded heart,"

"'Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower,     That Love and Learning, many an hour,     In dalliance met; and Learning smiled     With pleasure on the"

"Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,         Which I gaze on so fondly today,     Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,"

"See, the dawn from Heaven is breaking         O'er our sight,     And Earth from sin awaking,         Hails the light!     See those groups of"

"FROM GEORGE PRINCE REGENT TO THE EARL OF YARMOUTH.[1]     We missed you last night at the "hoary old sinner's,"     Who gave us as usual the c"

"Where is your dwelling, ye Sainted?         Thro' what Elysium more bright     Than fancy or hope ever painted,         Walk ye in glory and li"

"Oh! weep for the hour,             When to Eveleen's bower     The Lord of the Valley with false vows came;             The moon hid he"

"Sweet spirit! if thy airy sleep         Nor sees my tears not hears my sighs,     Then will I weep, in anguish weep,         Till the last hear"

"Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,         And as free from a pang as they seem to you now;     Nor expect that the heart-beaming smi"

"And now with all thy pencil's truth,     Portray Bathyllus, lovely youth!     Let his hair, in masses bright,     Fall like floating rays of li"

"What, you, too, my ******, in hashes so knowing,         Of sauces and soups Aristarchus profest!     Are you, too, my savory Brunswicker, going"

"Go where glory waits thee,     But while fame elates thee,         Oh! still remember me.     When the praise thou meetest     To thine ear is"

"Hark, 'tis the sound that charms             The war-steed's wakening ears!--         Oh! many a mother folds her arms     Round her bo"

"O Abyssinian tree,             We pray, we pray to thee;     By the glow of thy golden fruit         And the violet hue of the flower,"

"Phillis, you little rosy rake,         That heart of yours I long to rifle;     Come, give it me, and do not make         So much ado about a t"

"How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,         And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,     For then sweet dreams of other days arise,"

"[1]     By the Feal's wave benighted,         No star in the skies,     To thy door by Love lighted,         I first saw those eyes.     Some v"

"If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me,         And think this heart to other loves will stray,     If I must swear, then, lovely doubt"

"Oh! if your tears are given to care,          If real woe disturbs your peace,     Come to my bosom, weeping fair!         And I will bid your"

"Oft have I seen, in gay, equestrian pride,     Some well-rouged youth round Astley's Circus ride     Two stately steeds--standing, with graceful"

"The harp that once thro' Tara's halls         The soul of music shed,     Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls.         As if that soul were fled."

"Just in time for the post, dear, and monstrously busy,         With godly concernments--and worldly ones, too;     Things carnal and spiritual m"

"Do not say that life is waning,         Or that hope's sweet day is set;     While I've thee and love remaining,         Life is in the horizon"

"PROEM.     Novella, a young Bolognese,         The daughter of a learned Law Doctor,[1]     Who had with all the subtleties         Of old an"

"Keep those eyes still purely mine,         Tho' far off I be:     When on others most they shine,         Then think they're turned on me."

"Half Whig, half Tory, like those mid-way things,     'Twixt bird and beast, that by mistake have wings;     A mongrel Stateman, 'twixt two facti"

"[1]     Wo, wo unto him who would check or disturb it--         That beautiful Light which is now on its way;     Which beaming, at first, o'"

"ah quoties dubies Scriptis exarsit amator.             OVID.     The Ghost of Miltiades came at night,     And he stood by the bed of"

"By the hope within us springing,         Herald of to-morrow's strife;     By that sun, whose light is bringing         Chains or freedom, deat"

"I dreamt that, in the Paphian groves,         My nets by moonlight laying,     I caught a flight of wanton Loves,         Among the rose-beds p"

"Concealed within the shady wood         A mother left her sleeping child,     And flew, to cull her rustic food,         The fruitage of the fo"

"But who shall see the glorious day         When, throned on Zion's brow,     The LORD shall rend that veil away         Which hides the nations"

"Weep on, weep on, your hour is past;         Your dreams of pride are o'er;     The fatal chain is round you cast,         And you are men no m"

"The song of war shall echo thro' our mountains,         Till not one hateful link remains         Of slavery's lingering chains;         Till n"

"Lament, lament, Sir Isaac Heard,         Put mourning round thy page, Debrett,     For here lies one who ne'er preferred         A Viscount to"

"[1]     Yes, be the glorious revel mine,     Where humor sparkles from the wine.     Around me, let the youthful choir     Respond to my enliven"

"Poor broken flower! what art can now recover thee?         Torn from the stem that fed thy rosy breath--             In vain the sunbeams seek"

"The Gentleman's Proposal. Legge aurea, S'ei piace, ei lice." Come fly to these arms nor let beauties so bloomy To one frigid owner be tied; Your prude"

"Oh, days of youth and joy, long clouded,         Why thus for ever haunt my view?     When in the grave your light lay shrouded,         Why di"

"When thro' life unblest we rove,         Losing all that made life dear,     Should some notes we used to love,         In days of boyhood, mee"

"--"fessus jam sudat asellus,             "parce illi; vestrum delicium est asinus."             VERGIL. Copa.     A donkey whose tale"

"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 like Love, of which"

"Awake, arise, thy light is come;[1]         The nations, that before outshone thee,     Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb--         The glory o"

"While our rosy fillets shed     Freshness o'er each fervid head,     With many a cup and many a smile     The festal moments we beguile.     A"

"TO .......     Oh, fair as heaven and chaste as light!     Did nature mould thee all so bright.     That thou shouldst e'er be brought to wee"

"Is the song of Rosa mute?     Once such lays inspired her lute!     Never doth a sweeter song     Steal the breezy lyre along,     When the wi"

"She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,         And lovers are round her, sighing:     But coldly she turns from their gaze, and w"

"The bird, let loose in eastern skies,[1]         When hastening fondly home,     Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies         Where idle w"

"And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me,         When surely there's nothing in nature more common?     She vows to be true, and while vowin"

""I trust we shall part as we met, in peace and charity. My last payment to you paid your salary up to the 1st of this month. Since that, I"

"--in Metii decenaat Judicis aures.             HORAT.     As snug in his bed Lord Henley lay,         Revolving much his own renown,"

""Slumber, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak'st     "My heart beat so wildly, I'm lost if thou wak'st."         Thus sung I to a maiden,"

"Come, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view         An exact and natural representation     (Like Siburn's Model of Waterloo[1])         Of th"