Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

1. To Ladies' Eyes 1/3/2003
2. I Saw Thy Form In Youthful Prime 1/3/2003
3. The Sinking Fund Cried 1/3/2003
4. Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See 1/3/2003
5. St. Senanus And The Lady 1/3/2003
6. Ode To The Sublime Porte 1/3/2003
7. As Vanquish'D Erin 1/3/2003
8. One Bumper At Parting 1/3/2003
9. Linda To Hafed 4/8/2010
10. Anacreontic 10/3/2015
11. Song: Why Does Azure Deck The Sky? 1/12/2016
12. Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord 4/8/2010
13. The Ghost Of Miltiades 1/3/2003
14. Oh, Banquet Not 1/3/2003
15. Oh For The Swords Of Former Time 1/3/2003
16. Fairest! Put On A While 1/3/2003
17. Tis Sweet To Think 1/3/2003
18. Omens 1/3/2003
19. No, Not More Welcome 1/3/2003
20. Ne'Er Ask The Hour 1/3/2003
21. Sublime Was The Warning 1/3/2003
22. Silence Is In Our Festal Halls 1/3/2003
23. Sweet Innisfallen 1/3/2003
24. Take Back The Virgin Page 1/3/2003
25. Shall The Harp Then Be Silent 1/3/2003
26. Drink Of This Cup 1/3/2003
27. An Expostulation To Lord King 1/3/2003
28. They Know Not My Heart 1/3/2003
29. Lay His Sword By His Side 1/3/2003
30. The Dream Of Those Days 1/3/2003
31. It Is Not The Tear At This Moment Shed 1/3/2003
32. Tis Gone, And For Ever 1/3/2003
33. And Doth Not A Meeting Like This 1/3/2003
34. Oh, The Sight Entrancing 1/3/2003
35. Song Of The Battle Eve 1/3/2003
36. The Parallel 1/3/2003
37. Oh! Doubt Me Not 1/3/2003
38. Sing, Sweet Harp 1/3/2003
39. Quick! We Have But A Second 1/3/2003
40. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own 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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