Echo (Thomas Moore Poems)
How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far ...
How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far ...
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent ...
Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the ...
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her ...
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through ...
Of all the fair months, that round the sun In light-link'd dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
Oh! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon ...
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around ...
The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where ...
The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my ...
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
From this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of ...
Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and ...
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams ...
One bumper at parting! -- though many Have circled the board since we met, The fullest, the saddest of any ...
They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine! How fair thou art let others tell -- ...
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