Poems by Thomas Moore
Eveleen's Bower
... Show'd the track of his footstep to Eveleen's door ...
Fairest! Put on a While
... And caves, where the gem is sleeping, ...
Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome the Hour
... ome kind voice has murmur'd, "I wish he were here!" Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, ...
Fill the Bumper Fair
... Remains of last night's pleasure, ...
Fly Not Yet
... And thus, should woman's heart and looks ...
Forget Not the Field
... Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave! Oh! could we from death but recover ...
From This Hour the Pledge is Given
... Thou'lt again break forth, all beaming -- ...
Go Where Glory Waits Thee
... Oh! then remember me! When, at eve, thou rovest ...
Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded
... -- Then, child of misfortune, come hither, ...
How Dear to Me the Hour
... And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest ...
How Oft Has the Benshee Cried
... Both mute, -- but long as valour shineth, ...
I Saw From the Beach
... And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, ...
I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime
... Than in thy smile of death, Mary! As streams that run o'er golden mines, ...
I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake
... Like freezing founts, where all that's thrown ...
I'd Mourn the Hopes
... My own love, my only dear! And though the hope be gone, love, ...
