Thomas Moore

"From life without freedom, say, who would not fly?     For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?     Hark!--hark! 'tis the trumpet! the cal"

"I pray thee, by the gods above,     Give me the mighty bowl I love,     And let me sing, in wild delight,     "I will--I will be mad to-night!""

"MONDAY, MARCH 13, 1826.     The Budget--quite charming and witty--no hearing,     For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it;--"

"When twilight dews are falling soft         Upon the rosy sea, love,     I watch the star, whose beam so oft         Has lighted me to thee, lo"

"[1]     Methinks, the pictured bull we see     Is amorous Jove--it must be he!     How fondly blest he seems to bear     That fairest of Phoenic"

"The summer webs that float and shine,         The summer dews that fall,     Tho' light they be, this heart of mine         Is lighter still th"

"Oh, come to me when daylight sets;         Sweet! then come to me,     When smoothly go our gondolets         O'er the moonlight sea.     When"

"In thus connecting together a series of Songs by a thread of poetical narrative, my chief object has been to combine Recitation with Music, so as"

"They tell how Atys, wild with love,     Roams the mount and haunted grove;[1]     Cvbele's name he howls around,     The gloomy blast returns t"

"FROM BERMUDA, JANUARY, 1804.     Lady! where'er you roam, whatever land     Woos the bright touches of that artist hand;     Whether you sket"

"At last, DOLLY,--thanks to potent emetic,     Which BOBBY and Pa, grimace sympathetic,     Have swallowed this morning, to balance the bliss,"

"Oh! doubt me not--the season                 Is o'er, when Folly made me rove,             And now the vestal, Reason,"

"Night waneth fast, the morning star         Saddens with light the glimmering sea,     Whose waves shall soon to realms afar         Waft me fr"

"FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.     Memphis.     There is some star--or may it be         That moon we saw so near last night--     Which comes"

"They met but once, in youth's sweet hour,         And never since that day     Hath absence, time, or grief had power         To chase that dre"

"Hope comes again, to this heart long a stranger,         Once more she sings me her flattering strain;     But hush, gentle syren--for, ah, ther"

"Ad harmoniam canere mundum.             CICERO "de Nat. Deor." lib. iii.         There lies a shell beneath the waves,         In man"

"The Garland I send thee was culled from those bowers     Where thou and I wandered in long vanished hours;     Not a leaf or a blossom its bloom"

"Let thy joys alone be remembered now,         Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile;     Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,         Let L"

"Haste, Maami, the spring is nigh;         Already, in the unopened flowers     That sleep around us, Fancy's eye         Can see the blush of f"

"Gift of the Hero, on his dying day,         To her, whose pity watched, for ever nigh;     Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray,         T"

"The brilliant black eye              May in triumph let fly     All its darts without Caring who feels 'em;              But the soft"

"Ne'er ask the hour--what is it to us         How Time deals out his treasures?     The golden moments lent us thus,         Are not his coin, b"

"PREFACE.      The Eastern story of the angels Harut and Marut and the Rabbinical fictions of the loves of Uzziel and Shmchazai are the only so"

"Alone in crowds to wander on,     And feel that all the charm is gone     Which voices dear and eyes beloved     Shed round us once, where'er w"

"Within this goblet, rich and deep,     I cradle all my woes to sleep.     Why should we breathe the sigh of fear,     Or pour the unavailing te"

"Here I am, at headquarters, dear Terry, once more,     Deep in Tory designs, as I've oft been before:     For, bless them! if 'twasn't for this"

"Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing         O'er the waters soft and clear;     Nearer yet and nearer pealing,         And now bursts upon the ea"

"Of all the odd plans of this monstrously queer age,     The oddest is that of reforming the peerage;--     Just as if we, great dons, with a tit"

"View of the Lake of Geneva from the Jura.[1]--Anxious to reach it before the Sun went down.--Obliged to proceed on Foot.--Alps.--Mont Blanc.--Effect o"

"The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,         In the ranks of death you'll find him;     His father's sword he has girded on.         And his wi"

"Dost thou not hear the silver bell,         Thro' yonder lime-trees ringing?     'Tis my lady's light gazelle;         To me her love thoughts"

"Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream,         A dream, I find, illusory as sweet:     One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem,"

"I more than once have heard at night         A song like those thy lip hath given,     And it was sung by shapes of light,         Who looked a"

"[1]     I care not for the idle state     Of Persia's king, the rich, the great.     I envy not the monarch's throne,     Nor wish the treasured"

"The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall,[1]         And its Chief, mid his heroes reclining,     Looks up with a sigh, to the trophied wall,"

"My Lord, the Instructions, brought to-day,     "I shall in all my best obey."     Your Lordship talks and writes so sensibly!     And--whatsoe'"

"Reason and Folly and Beauty, they say,     Went on a party of pleasure one day:         Folly played         Around the maid,     The bells of"

"Who'll buy a little boy? Look, yonder is he,     Fast asleep, sly rogue on his mother's knee;     So bold a young imp 'tisn't safe to keep,"

"BY SIR W. CURTIS.     1826.     'Twas evening time, in the twilight sweet     I sailed along, when--whom should I meet     But a Turtle jou"

"Annulus ille viri. OVID. "Amor." lib. ii. eleg. 15. The happy day at length arrived When Rupert was to wed The fairest maid in Saxony, And take her to"

""animas sapientiores fieri quiescendo."     And now-cross-buns and pancakes o'er--     Hail, Lords and Gentlemen, once more!"

"When Time was entwining the garland of years,         Which to crown my beloved was given,     Though some of the leaves might be sullied with t"

"[1]     "Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee,     What in purchase shall I pay thee     For this little waxen toy,     Image of the Paphian boy?""

"God preserve us!--there's nothing now safe from assault;--         Thrones toppling around, churches brought to the hammer;     And accounts hav"

"It is not the tear at this moment shed,         When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him,     That can tell how beloved was the friend tha"

"Bright moon, that high in heaven art shining,         All smiles, as if within thy bower to-night     Thy own Endymion lay reclining,         A"

""The parting Genius is with sighing sent."             MILTON.     It is o'er, it is o'er, my reign is o'er;     I hear a Voice, from"

"Our white sail caught the evening ray,         The wave beneath us seemed to burn,     When all the weeping maid could say,         Was, "Oh, s"

"But wake, the trumpet's blast again,             And rouse the ranks of warrior-men!         Oh War, when Truth thy arm employs,     An"

"Her last words, at parting, how can I forget?         Deep treasured thro' life, in my heart they shall stay;     Like music, whose charm in the"

"FROM COLONEL M'MAHON TO GOULD FRANCIS LECKIE, ESQ.     DEAR SIR--         I've just had time to look     Into your very learned Book,     Wh"

"Of all speculations the market holds forth,         The best that I know for a lover of pelf,     Is to buy Marcus up, at the price he is worth,"

"To the people of England, the humble Petition         Of Ireland's disconsolate Orangemen, showing--     That sad, very sad, is our present cond"

""Ahi, mio Ben!"             --METASTASIO.[3]     What! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown?     Is this the new go?--kick a man whe"

"WRITTEN IN IRELAND. 1799.     Of all my happiest hours of joy,         And even I have had my measure,     When hearts were full, and every e"

"Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,     When pleasure, like the midnight flower     That scorns the eye of vulgar light,     Begins to bloom for s"

"Fancy and Truth--Hippomenes and Atalanta. Mont Blanc.--Clouds.     Even here in this region of wonders I find     That light-footed Fancy leaves T"

"Chloris, I swear, by all I ever swore,     That from this hour I shall not love thee more.--     "What! love no more? Oh! why this altered vow"

"I bring thee, love, a golden chain,         I bring thee too a flowery wreath;     The gold shall never wear a stain,         The flowerets lon"