Enigma (Thomas Moore Poems)
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
"How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking ...
Lesbia hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth; Right and left its arrows fly, But ...
Oh! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine! How fair thou art let others tell -- ...
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters ...
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her ...
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