Poems by Thomas Moore
The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing
... s undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, ...
When ’Midst the Gay I Meet
... er it seem. But, when some deep-felt ray, ...
The Time I've Lost In Wooing
... I scorn'd the lore she brought me, ...
When I Loved You
... But the scorn that I feel for you now ...
The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
... And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ...
Why I Loved You
... I could have loved you -- oh, so well! -- ...
A Temple to Friendship
... "Farewell," said the sculptor, "You're not the first maiden ...
Her Picture
... Yet, no, 'tis vain -- go, picture, go -- ...
The Dream of Those Days
... And Freedom's sweet fruit, for which thy spirit long burn'd, ...
Hark! The Vesper Hymn is Stealing
... Hush! again, like waves, retreating ...
Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord
... Small, living machines, which, if flogg'd to their tasks, ...
The Loves of the Angels
... -my crown Of flowers, too radiant for this world, ...
