Poems by Thomas Moore
The Mountain Sprite
... 'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite! Beside a fountain, one sunny day, ...
The Night Dance
... And statues themselves all start into dancers! Why then delay, with such sounds in our ears, ...
The Origin of the Harp
... Still her bosom rose fair -- still her cheeks smiled the same -- ...
The Parallel
... d their mirth like the wind over graves! Yet hadst thou thy vengeance -- yet came there the morrow, ...
The Prince's Day
... Oh, my life on your faith! were you summon'd this minute, ...
The Sinking Fund Cried
... e to reduce the interest of the national debt by the amount of four hundred thousand pounds annually ...
The Song of Fionnuala
... Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping, ...
The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni
... No lamp from the battlements burn'd! I flew to her chamber -- 'twas lonely, ...
The Time I've Lost
... My only books Were women's looks, ...
The Wandering Bard
... To another away flies he! Oh, what would have been young Beauty's doom ...
The Wine-Cup is Circling
... While onward moved, in the light of its fame, ...
The Young May Moon
... Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love, ...
Thee, Thee, Only Thee
... Like spells, that nought on earth can break, ...
There Are Sounds of Mirth
... And -- their laughing eyes, the while, concealing -- ...
They Know Not My Heart
... There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: ...
