When Cold in the Earth (Thomas Moore Poems)
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee ...
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Father, thou canst never know The anguish that smote my heart For my disobedience, the moment I felt The remorseless ...
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long ...
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light The Nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the Summer-night, Her matchless ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam, Combed a wave in her hair's ...
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, ...
Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
From Bindle's opera house in the village To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
My father who owned the wagon-shop And grew rich shoeing horses Sent me to the University of Montreal. I learned ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried away To the jail at Peoria. And yet I ...
No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine, Though buried under centuries ...
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge. When I felt the bullet enter my heart I ...
Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft's the grass to lie on; And far away's the little ...
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens, The father of many children, born of a noble mother, All raised there In ...
By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in ...
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