Memorabilia of Last Week (Thomas Moore Poems)
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
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 ...
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns One charm of feeling, one fond regret; Believe me, a few ...
Through Erin's Isle To sport awhile As Love and Valour wander'd, With Wit, the sprite, Whose quiver bright A thousand ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day ...
They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it I found it a life full of ...
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say wilt ...
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