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 ...
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent ...
Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files array'd With helm and blade, And plumes in the ...
They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, ...
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever ...
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! -- For ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half awaking from fearful slumbers, ...
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though ...
(Time -- the Ninth Century) To-morrow, comrade, we On the battle-plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! ...
Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the ...
Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command; Eyes, ...
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through ...
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I'd weep when friends deceive me, ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
St. Senanus "On! haste, and leave this sacred isle, Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark ...
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart -- If drinking deep, ...
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In ...
While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turn'd, To look at orbs that, more bright, ...
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, ...
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane, And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm, Is ...
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's ...
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