Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

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

Comments about Thomas Moore

  • 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 ...

Read the full of Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

The Mountain Sprite

In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.

As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
The golden sands of that Island shore,
A foot-print sparkled before his sight --
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!

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