An Incantation (Thomas Moore Poems)
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
By the Feal's wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those ...
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where ...
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past, Your dreams of pride are o'er; The fatal chain is round you ...
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 ...
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