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, ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came ...
They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
Night closed around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood ...
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns One charm of feeling, one fond regret; Believe me, a few ...
Wreath the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We'll take a flight Towards heaven to-night, ...
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: Sad, ...
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools; This moment's a flower ...
She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite, And he said, in ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As ...
From this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of ...
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