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 ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
It is not the tear at this moment shed, When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him, That ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files array'd With helm and blade, And plumes in the ...
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though ...
When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In ...
Quick! we have but a second, Fill round the cup while you may; For time, the churl, hath beckon'd, And ...
Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside The Boyne's ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp'd his loaded ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
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