Poems by Thomas Moore
Come O'er the Sea
... 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death were thou are not ...
Come, Rest in this Bosom
... Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ...
Come, Send Round the Wine
... Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, ...
Corn and Catholics
... Themselves, together by the ears!In short, these torments never cease ...
Cotton and Corn
... Went Corn in his chaise through the throng, ...
Dear Harp of my Country
... But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, ...
Desmond's Song
... Hath the violet less brightness ...
Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note
... Of W--stm--th see so little of each other!"The indignant Note replied ...
Did Not
... And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, ...
Drink of This Cup
... Which may work too its charm, though as lawless and hidden ...
Drink To Her
... " With golden key Wealth thought ...
Echo
... The sigh that's breathed for one to hear, ...
Enigma
... When the lord of the counting-house bends o'er his book, ...
Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
... Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, ...
Erin, Oh Erin
... And though slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung, ...
