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. The Mountain Sprite 1/3/2003
101. When He Who Adores Thee 1/3/2003
102. She Is Far From The Land 1/3/2003
103. Lalla Rookh 1/3/2003
104. How Dear To Me The Hour 1/3/2003
105. Erin, Oh Erin 1/3/2003
106. If Thou'Lt Be Mine 1/3/2003
107. Love's Young Dream 1/3/2003
108. Oh! Breathe Not His Name 1/3/2003
109. Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old 1/3/2003
110. As Vanquish'D Erin 1/3/2003
111. Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome The Hour 1/3/2003
112. While Gazing On The Moon's Light 1/3/2003
113. Go Where Glory Waits Thee 1/3/2003
114. Oh, The Shamrock 1/3/2003
115. Enigma 1/3/2003
116. Echo 1/3/2003
117. Desmond's Song 1/3/2003
118. Lay His Sword By His Side 1/3/2003
119. An Expostulation To Lord King 1/3/2003
120. And Doth Not A Meeting Like This 1/3/2003

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  • Audrey P. (6/18/2018 12:33:00 PM)

    I could not find the Poem by Thomas Moore: The Angels Song At Twilight...: Ask Not if Still I Love you..... If available.. please e-mail it to me at:
    I would appreciate it very much Thank you

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  • (Eileen) (6/2/2018 4:39:00 PM)

    looking for poem Oh Call It By Some Better Name by 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.

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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Fill The Bumper Fair

Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle
O'er the brow of Care
Smooths away a wrinkle.
Wit's electric flame
Ne'er so swiftly passes,
As when through the frame
It shoots from brimming glasses.
Fill the bumper fair!

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