I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime (Thomas Moore Poems)
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
Thomas Moore Poems on Soul (33 Poems)
Twas One of Those Dreams (Thomas Moore Poems)
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
In the Morning of Life (Thomas Moore Poems)
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
Where is the Slave (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
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 ...
Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear (Thomas Moore Poems)
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns One charm of feeling, one fond regret; Believe me, a few ...
Wreath the Bowl (Thomas Moore Poems)
Wreath the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We'll take a flight Towards heaven to-night, ...
All In a Family Way (Thomas Moore Poems)
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
Oh! Breathe Not His Name (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: Sad, ...
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 ...
Omens (Thomas Moore Poems)
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms (Thomas Moore Poems)
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, ...
Quantum Est Quod Desit (Thomas Moore Poems)
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore (Thomas Moore Poems)
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin ...
Shall the Harp Then Be Silent (Thomas Moore Poems)
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
Come, Send Round the Wine (Thomas Moore Poems)
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools; This moment's a flower ...
She Sung of Love (Thomas Moore Poems)
She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their ...
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 ...
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 ...
Did Not (Thomas Moore Poems)
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
Sing — Sing — Music Was Given (Thomas Moore Poems)
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
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 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 ...
Fill the Bumper Fair (Thomas Moore Poems)
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
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 ...
From This Hour the Pledge is Given (Thomas Moore Poems)
From this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of ...
The Prince’s Day (Thomas Moore Poems)
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
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 ...
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. ...
Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded (Thomas Moore Poems)
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...