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 ...
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till ...
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
What life like that of the bard can be -- The wandering bard, who roams as free As the mountain ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it I found it a life full of ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say wilt ...
From this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
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