Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

81. Where Is The Slave 1/3/2003
82. Remember Thee! 1/3/2003
83. Memorabilia Of Last Week 1/3/2003
84. Sing, Sweet Harp 1/3/2003
85. The Time I'Ve Lost 1/3/2003
86. What The Bee Is To The Floweret 1/3/2003
87. War Song 1/3/2003
88. Shall The Harp Then Be Silent 1/3/2003
89. The Night Dance 1/3/2003
90. I'D Mourn The Hopes 1/3/2003
91. The Young May Moon 1/3/2003
92. While History's Muse 1/3/2003
93. Fly Not Yet 1/3/2003
94. Forget Not The Field 1/3/2003
95. The Wine-Cup Is Circling 1/3/2003
96. Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore 1/3/2003
97. Love And The Novice 1/3/2003
98. Whene'Er I See Those Smiling Eyes 1/3/2003
99. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own 1/3/2003
100. When He Who Adores Thee 1/3/2003
101. She Is Far From The Land 1/3/2003
102. Lalla Rookh 1/3/2003
103. How Dear To Me The Hour 1/3/2003
104. Erin, Oh Erin 1/3/2003
105. The Mountain Sprite 1/3/2003
106. In The Morning Of Life 1/3/2003
107. If Thou'Lt Be Mine 1/3/2003
108. Love's Young Dream 1/3/2003
109. Oh! Breathe Not His Name 1/3/2003
110. Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old 1/3/2003
111. As Vanquish'D Erin 1/3/2003
112. Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome The Hour 1/3/2003
113. While Gazing On The Moon's Light 1/3/2003
114. Go Where Glory Waits Thee 1/3/2003
115. Oh, The Shamrock 1/3/2003
116. Enigma 1/3/2003
117. Echo 1/3/2003
118. The Light Of Other Days 1/4/2003
119. Desmond's Song 1/3/2003
120. Lay His Sword By His Side 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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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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