Sing, Sweet Harp (Thomas Moore Poems)
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say wilt ...
While History's Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, Beside her the Genius ...
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long. ...
Oh! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon ...
Forget not the field where they perish'd, The truest, the last of the brave, All gone -- and the bright ...
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till ...
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
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