And Doth Not a Meeting Like This (Thomas Moore Poems)
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, ...
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their ...
OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
What the bee is to the floweret, When he looks for honey-dew, Through the leaves that close embower it, That, ...
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams ...
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, ...
Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and ...
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; ...
When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise ...
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside The Boyne's ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp'd his loaded ...
Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never ...
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came ...
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