Silence is in Our Festal Halls (Thomas Moore Poems)
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
Thomas Moore Poems on Night (24 Poems)
The Ghost of Miltiades (Thomas Moore Poems)
The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite, And he said, in ...
The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls (Thomas Moore Poems)
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As ...
After the Battle (Thomas Moore Poems)
Night closed around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood ...
The Legacy (Thomas Moore Poems)
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
At the Mid Hour of Night (Thomas Moore Poems)
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
The Light of Other Days (Thomas Moore Poems)
OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around ...
Befire the Battle (Thomas Moore Poems)
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
The Mountain Sprite (Thomas Moore Poems)
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day ...
Corn and Catholics (Thomas Moore Poems)
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
The Origin of the Harp (Thomas Moore Poems)
Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the ...
Echo (Thomas Moore Poems)
How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far ...
The Parallel (Thomas Moore Poems)
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart -- If drinking deep, ...
Eveleen’s Bower (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon ...
The Wine-Cup is Circling (Thomas Moore Poems)
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
Farewell! — But Whenever You Welcome the Hour (Thomas Moore Poems)
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
The Young May Moon (Thomas Moore Poems)
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
Fly Not Yet (Thomas Moore Poems)
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, ...
Thee, Thee, Only Thee (Thomas Moore Poems)
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
Go Where Glory Waits Thee (Thomas Moore Poems)
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To ...
I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake (Thomas Moore Poems)
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
Love’s Young Dream (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till ...
Oft, in the Stilly Night (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around ...
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where ...