Poems by Thomas Moore
They May Rail at this Life
... Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station, ...
This Life Is All Chequer'd With Pleasures and Woes
... Through fields full of light, and with heart full of play, ...
Though Humble the Banquet
... Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, ...
Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See
... And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes, ...
Tis Gone, And For Ever
... The first note of liberty , Erin, from thee! But, shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing! ...
Tis Sweet to Think
... They are both of them bright, but the're changeable too, ...
Tis the Last Rose of Summer
... I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! ...
To Ladies' Eyes
... So drink them all! so drink them all! Some looks there are so holy, ...
Translation From the Gull Language
... E. B. T. Some thought them Hebrew, -- such as Jews, ...
Twas One of Those Dreams
... hat had ceased upon earth was awaking again! Oh forgive, if, while listening to music, whose breath ...
War Song
... While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood, ...
We May Roam Through This World
... Through this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, ...
Weep On, Weep On
... It never lights again! Weep on -- perhaps in after days, ...
What the Bee Is To the Floweret
... He. --Nay, if flowers will lose their looks ...
When Cold in the Earth
... And though sometimes the shades of past folly might rise, ...
