Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded (Thomas Moore Poems)
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...
OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around ...
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell take Of this vain world, and half-way ...
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart -- If drinking deep, ...
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
"How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking ...
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In ...
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half awaking from fearful slumbers, ...
Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave Remember the glories of Brien the brave, Though the days of the hero ...
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around ...
While History's Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, Beside her the Genius ...
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was ...
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her ...
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: Sad, ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart, It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she ...
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside The Boyne's ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp'd his loaded ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long. ...
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine! How fair thou art let others tell -- ...
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
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