Poems by Thomas Moore
Oh, Ye Dead!
... From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live, ...
Omens
... " While she stole through the garden, where heart's-ease was growing, ...
On Music
... When thou canst breathe her soul so well ...
One Bumper at Parting
... But come -- may our life's happy measure ...
Quantum Est Quod Desit
... To speak, but did not!She felt my lips' impassion'd touch ...
Quick! We Have But a Second
... Fill round, fill round while you may, ...
Remember Thee!
... Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, ...
Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
... Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!" On she went, and her maiden smile ...
Sail On, Sail On
... Through calm -- through tempest -- stop no more: ...
Shall the Harp Then Be Silent
... ach brought a new civic crown for his head --Is there one, who hath thus, through his orbit of life ...
She is Far From the Land
... They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, ...
She Sung of Love
... And spoke, as flowers would sing and speak, ...
Silence is in Our Festal Halls
... When the sweet breeze, that waked its swell ...
Sing -- Sing -- Music Was Given
... And she, who but feathers the dart when she speaks, ...
Sing, Sweet Harp
... Then leave them in their dreamless sleep, ...
