Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

1. Anacreontic 10/3/2015
2. Song: Why Does Azure Deck The Sky? 1/12/2016
3. Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods 2/28/2015
4. To Ladies' Eyes 1/3/2003
5. The Sinking Fund Cried 1/3/2003
6. Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See 1/3/2003
7. I Saw Thy Form In Youthful Prime 1/3/2003
8. The Song Of O'Ruark, Prince Of Breffni 1/3/2003
9. Translation From The Gull Language 1/3/2003
10. Linda To Hafed 4/8/2010
11. There Are Sounds Of Mirth 1/3/2003
12. The Ghost Of Miltiades 1/3/2003
13. Though Humble The Banquet 1/3/2003
14. The Song Of Fionnuala 1/3/2003
15. Song Of The Battle Eve 1/3/2003
16. Ode To The Sublime Porte 1/3/2003
17. The Loves Of The Angels 4/8/2010
18. The Prince's Day 1/3/2003
19. The Dream Of Those Days 1/3/2003
20. Oh, Banquet Not 1/3/2003
21. Sweet Innisfallen 1/3/2003
22. When First I Met Thee 1/3/2003
23. Weep On, Weep On 1/3/2003
24. Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord 4/8/2010
25. The Wandering Bard 1/3/2003
26. Fill The Bumper Fair 1/3/2003
27. The Parallel 1/3/2003
28. St. Senanus And The Lady 1/3/2003
29. No, Not More Welcome 1/3/2003
30. This Life Is All Chequer'D With Pleasures And Woes 1/3/2003
31. Oh! Doubt Me Not 1/3/2003
32. Hark! The Vesper Hymn Is Stealing 4/8/2010
33. Oh For The Swords Of Former Time 1/3/2003
34. Take Back The Virgin Page 1/3/2003
35. Silence Is In Our Festal Halls 1/3/2003
36. The Donkey And His Panniers 1/3/2003
37. You Remember Ellen 1/3/2003
38. When Cold In The Earth 1/3/2003
39. Her Picture 4/8/2010
40. Omens 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Thomas Moore

Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Live fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly loved never ...

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Corn And Catholics

"What! still those two infernal questions,
That with our meals our slumbers mix --
That spoil our tempers and digestions --
Eternal Corn and Catholics!

Gods! were there ever two such bores?
Nothing else talk'd of night or morn --
Nothing in doors, or out of doors,
But endless Catholics and Corn!

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