Poems by Thomas Moore
Ode to the Goddess Ceres
... That would make thee, dear Goddess, less dear than thou art!And, oh! for Monopoly what a blest day, ...
Ode to the Sublime Porte
... I would bag this she Benthamite first of them all!And, lest she should ever again lift her head ...
O'Donohue's Mistress
... Who still, with the first young glance of spring, ...
Oft, in the Stilly Night
... Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, ...
Oh For the Swords of Former Time
... , etc. Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then! ...
Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
... Full many a path I've tried, since then, ...
Oh! Blame Not the Bard
... And the torch, that would light them through dignity's way, ...
Oh! Breathe Not His Name
... But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, ...
Oh! Doubt Me Not
... But when he finds the flower he loves, ...
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
... And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ...
Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light
... And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest ...
Oh, Banquet Not
... And there we shall have our feast of tears, ...
Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours
... Like those gay flies that wing through air, ...
Oh, the Shamrock
... A triple grass Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming, ...
Oh, the Sight Entrancing
... And plumes in the gay wind dancing! Yet, tis not helm or feather -- ...
