Desmond’s Song (Thomas Moore Poems)
By the Feal's wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those ...
By the Feal's wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those ...
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around ...
OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around ...
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was ...
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters ...
While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turn'd, To look at orbs that, more bright, ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
Oh! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her ...
Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never ...
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
Through Erin's Isle To sport awhile As Love and Valour wander'd, With Wit, the sprite, Whose quiver bright A thousand ...
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; ...
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I'd weep when friends deceive me, ...
When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In ...
They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it I found it a life full of ...
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when ...
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