Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

41. The Legacy 1/3/2003
42. We May Roam Through This World 1/3/2003
43. Eveleen's Bower 1/3/2003
44. Oh, Could We Do With This World Of Ours 1/3/2003
45. The Fortune-Teller 1/3/2003
46. Fairest! Put On A While 1/3/2003
47. Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear 1/3/2003
48. Quick! We Have But A Second 1/3/2003
49. They May Rail At This Life 1/3/2003
50. They Know Not My Heart 1/3/2003
51. Song Of The Battle Eve 1/3/2003
52. O'Donohue's Mistress 1/3/2003
53. The Origin Of The Harp 1/3/2003
54. The Irish Peasant To His Mistress 1/3/2003
55. I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake 1/3/2003
56. One Bumper At Parting 1/3/2003
57. She Sung Of Love 1/3/2003
58. Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light 1/3/2003
59. Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore 1/3/2003
60. Quantum Est Quod Desit 1/3/2003
61. Sublime Was The Warning 1/3/2003
62. Tis Gone, And For Ever 1/3/2003
63. Song Of Innisfail 1/3/2003
64. Wreath The Bowl 1/3/2003
65. Oh, Ye Dead! 1/3/2003
66. Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded 1/3/2003
67. The Lake Of The Dismal Swamp 4/8/2010
68. When First I Met Thee 1/3/2003
69. How Oft Has The Benshee Cried 1/3/2003
70. It Is Not The Tear At This Moment Shed 1/3/2003
71. Drink To Her 1/3/2003
72. Twas One Of Those Dreams 1/3/2003
73. I'Ve A Secret To Tell Thee 1/3/2003
74. From This Hour The Pledge Is Given 1/3/2003
75. Ne'Er Ask The Hour 1/3/2003
76. Tis Sweet To Think 1/3/2003
77. Drink Of This Cup 1/3/2003
78. Lesbia Hath A Beaming Eye 1/3/2003
79. Sail On, Sail On 1/3/2003
80. Where Is The Slave 1/3/2003

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  • Walterrean Salley (11/23/2016 7:38:00 PM)

    I've throughly enjoyed a number of poems from this extremely apt poem, who shares a lot from which to learn.

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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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Dear Harp Of My Country

Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long.
When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song.
The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy livliest thrill,
But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness,
That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.

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