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The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore.by Thomas Moore et al.THOMAS MOORE Thomas Moore was born in Dublin on the 28th of May 1780. Both his parents were Roman-Catholics; and he was, as a matter of course, brought up in the same religion, and adhered to it
- 69 YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, How meekly she blest her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her his bride, And love was the light of their lowly cot.Together they toiled through winds and rains, Till William,
- 68 Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that cas.e.m.e.nt peeping, love.Then awake!--till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's gla.s.s we'll shun, my dear
- 67 The goose-plumage of Folly can turn it aside.But pledge me the cup--if existence would cloy, With hearts ever happy, and heads ever wise, Be ours the light Sorrow, half-sister to Joy, And the light, brilliant Folly that flashes and dies.When Hylas was sen
- 66 She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking;-- Ah! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking.He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to l
- 65 WEEP ON, WEEP ON.Weep on, weep on, your hour is past; Your dreams of pride are o'er; The fatal chain is round you cast, And you are men no more.In vain the hero's heart hath bled; The sage's tongue hath warned in vain;-- Oh, Freedom! once t
- 64 Thy rival was honored, while thou wert wronged and scorned, Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows adorned; She wooed me to temples, while thou lay'st hid in caves, Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves; Yet cold in the
- 63 While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turned, To look at orbs, that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burned.But _too_ far Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame; Much more dear That mild sphere.Which near our p
- 62 If the fame of our fathers, bequeathed with their rights, Give to country its charm, and to home its delights, If deceit be a wound, and suspicion a stain, Then, ye men of Iberia; our cause is the same!And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who woul
- 61 WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD.We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest; And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, We may order our wings and be off to the west; But if heart
- 60 THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.[1]There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;[2]Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.Yet it _was_ not t
- 59 THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO' TARA'S HALLS.The harp that once thro' Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls.As if that soul were fled.-- So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o
- 58 IRISH MELODIES GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me.When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh! then remember me.Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All th
- 57 IMPROMPTU.AFTER A VISIT TO MRS. ----, OF MONTREAL.'Twas but for a moment--and yet in that time She crowded the impressions of many an hour: Her eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime, Which waked every feeling at once into flower.Oh! could we have
- 56 I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, "A heart that was humble might hope for it here!"It was noon, and on flowers that lang
- 55 One only prayer I dare to make, As onward thus my course I take;-- Oh, be my falls as bright as thine!May heaven's relenting rainbow s.h.i.+ne Upon the mist that circles me, As soft as now it hangs o'er thee![1] There is a dreary and savage char
- 54 Why should I wake thee? why severely chase The lovely forms of virtue and of grace, That dwell before thee, like the pictures spread By Spartan matrons round the genial bed, Moulding thy fancy, and with gradual art Brightening the young conceptions of thy
- 53 But look, where, all ready, in sailing array, The bark that's to carry these pages away,[3]Impatiently flutters her wing to the wind, And will soon leave these islets of Ariel behind.What billows, what gales is she fated to prove, Ere she sleep in th
- 52 Yet think not the veil he so chillingly casts Is the veil of a vestal severe; No, no, thou wilt see, what a moment it lasts, Should the Snow Spirit ever come here.But fly to his region--lay open thy zone, And he'll weep all his brilliancy dim, To thi
- 51 That moment, did the a.s.sembled eyes Of heaven and earth my madness view, I should have seen, thro' earth and skies, But you alone--but only you.Did not a frown from you reprove.Myriads of eyes to me were none; Enough for me to win your love, And di
- 50 But, whither means the muse to roam?'Tis time to call the wanderer home.Who could have thought the nymph would perch her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher?So, health and love to all your mansion!Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in, The flow
- 49 "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, "And her paddle I soon shall hear; "Long and loving our life shall be, "And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, "When the footstep of death is near."Away to the Dismal Swamp he
- 48 I thought of those days, when to pleasure alone My heart ever granted a wish or a sigh; When the saddest emotion my bosom had known, Was pity for those who were wiser than I.I reflected, how soon in the cup of Desire The pearl of the soul may be melted aw
- 47 TO FRANCIS, EARL OF MOIRA.GENERAL IN HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES, MASTER-GENERAL OF THE ORDNANCE, CONSTABLE OF THE TOWER, ETC.MY LORD, It is impossible to think of addressing a Dedication to your Lords.h.i.+p without calling to mind the well-known reply of
- 46 The only different trait is this, That woman then, if man beset her, Was rather given to saying "yes,"Because,--as yet, she knew no better.Each night they held a coterie, Where, every fear to slumber charmed, Lovers were all they ought to be, An
- 45 But no, 'tis o'er, and--thus we part, Never to meet again--no, never, False woman, what a mind and heart Thy treachery has undone forever.WOMAN.Away, away--you're all the same, A smiling, fluttering, jilting throng; And, wise too late, I bu
- 44 I took the ring--the seal I took, While, oh, her every tear and look Were such as angels look and shed, When man is by the world misled.Gently I whispered, "f.a.n.n.y, dear!"Not half thy lover's gifts are here: "Say, where are all the
- 43 TO HIS SERENE HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF MONTPENSIER ON HIS PORTRAIT OF THE LADY ADELAIDE FORBES._Donington Park, 1802_ To catch the thought, by painting's spell, Howe'er remote, howe'er refined, And o'er the kindling canvas tell The silent
- 42 THE WREATH AND THE CHAIN.I bring thee, love, a golden chain, I bring thee too a flowery wreath; The gold shall never wear a stain, The flowerets long shall sweetly breathe.Come, tell me which the tie shall be, To bind thy gentle heart to me.The Chain is f
- 41 Is there, on earth, a s.p.a.ce so dear As that within the happy sphere Two loving arms entwine?For me, there's not a lock of jet Adown your temples curled, Within whose glossy, tangling net, My soul doth not, at once, forget All, all this worthless w
- 40 So mingled with its tuneful soul Were all the tender murmurs grown, That other sighs unanswered stole, Nor words it breathed but theirs alone.Unhappy nymph! thy name was sung To every breeze that wandered by; The secrets of thy gentle tongue Were breathed
- 39 Then come, my friends, etc.For me, whate'er my span of years, Whatever sun may light my roving; Whether I waste my life in tears, Or live, as now, for mirth and loving; This day shall come with aspect kind, Wherever fate may cast your rover; He'
- 38 "I never gave a kiss (says Prue), "To naughty man, for I abhor it."She will not _give_ a kiss, 'tis true; She'll _take_ one though, and thank you for it.ON A SQUINTING POETESS.To no _one_ Muse does she her glance confine, But has
- 37 Sweet hours that are to make me blest, Fly, swift as breezes, to the goal, And let my love, my more than soul, Come blus.h.i.+ng to this ardent breast.Then, while in every glance I drink The rich overflowing of her mind, Oh! let her all enamored sink In s
- 36 Did ever lip's ambrosial air Such fragrance o'er thy altars shed?One maid there was, who round her lyre The mystic myrtle wildly wreathed;-- But all _her_ sighs were sighs of fire, The myrtle withered as she breathed.Oh! you that love's cel
- 35 TO ......., 1801.To be the theme of every hour The heart devotes to Fancy's power, When her prompt magic fills the mind With friends and joys we've left behind, And joys return and friends are near, And all are welcomed with a tear:-- In the min
- 34 WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF OF A LADY'S COMMONPLACE BOOK.Here is one leaf reserved for me, From all thy sweet memorials free; And here my simple song might tell The feelings thou must guess so well.But could I thus, within thy mind, One little vacant c
- 33 He started up, and then returned, But found the phantom still; In vain he shrunk, it clipt him round, With damp and deadly chill!And when he bent, the earthy lips A kiss of horror gave; 'Twas like the smell from charnel vaults, Or from the mouldering
- 32 The sympathy I then betrayed, Perhaps was but the child of art, The guile of one, who long hath played With all these wily nets of heart.Oh! thine is not my earliest vow; Though few the years I yet have told, Canst thou believe I've lived till now, W
- 31 But then came the light harp, when danger was ended, And Beauty once more lulled the War-G.o.d to rest; When tresses of gold with his laurels lay blended, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest.FROM THE GREEK OF MELEAGER.Fill high the cup w
- 30 RONDEAU."Good night! good night!"--And is it so?And must I from my Rosa go?Oh Rosa, say "Good night!" once more, And I'll repeat it o'er and o'er, Till the first glance of dawning light Shall find us saying, still, "
- 29 _Che con le lor bugie pajon divini._ MAURO D'ARCANO.I do confess, in many a sigh, My lips have breathed you many a lie; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them for a lie or two?Nay,--look not thus, with brow reproving; Lies are, my dear,
- 28 LOVE AND MARRIAGE._Eque brevi verbo ferre perenne malum_.SECUNDUS, eleg. vii.Still the question I must parry, Still a wayward truant prove: Where I love, I must not marry; Where I marry, can not love.Were she fairest of creation, With the least presuming
- 27 "Thus, in the vale of earthly sense, "Though sunk awhile the spirit lies, "A viewless hand shall cull it thence "To bloom immortal in the skies!"All that the young should feel and know By thee was taught so sweetly well, Thy words
- 26 TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL MISS......, IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERs.h.i.+P IN A LOTTERY SHARE IMPROMPTU.--_Ego Pars_--VIRG.In wedlock a species of lottery lies, Where in blanks and in prizes we deal; But how comes it that you, such a capital prize, Should
- 25 Astronomy finds in those eyes Better light than she studies above; And Music would borrow your sighs As the melody fittest for Love.Your Arithmetic only can trip If to count your own charms you endeavor; And Eloquence glows on your lip When you swear that
- 24 TO ROSA.WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS.The wisest soul, by anguish torn, Will soon unlearn the lore it knew; And when the shrining casket's worn, The gem within will tarnish too.But love's an essence of the soul, Which sinks hot with this chain of clay;
- 23 When Time was entwining the garland of years, Which to crown my beloved was given, Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears, Yet the flowers were all gathered in heaven.And long may this garland be sweet to the eye, May its verdure forever be
- 22 Haply the little simple page, Which votive thus I've traced for thee, May now and then a look engage, And steal one moment's thought for me.But, oh! in pity let not those Whose hearts are not of gentle mould, Let not the eye that seldom flows Wi
- 21 And, oh! art _thou_ a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful wors.h.i.+p in?No, no, be happy--dry that tear-- Though some thy heart hath harbored near, May now repay its love with blame; Though man, who ought to s.h.i.+eld thy fame, Ungenerous man, be first t
- 20 If all your tender faith be o'er, If still my truth you'll try; Alas, _I_ know but _one_ proof more-- I'll bless your name, and die!REUBEN AND ROSE.A TALE OF ROMANCE.The darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Had long been remember
- 19 TO A BOY, WITH A WATCH, WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND Is it not sweet, beloved youth, To rove through Erudition's bowers, And cull the golden fruits of truth, And gather Fancy's brilliant flowers?And is it not more sweet than this, To feel thy parents�
- 18 In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover, Like them of old whose one immortal blow Struck off the galling fetters that hung over Their own bright land, and laid her tyrant low.Yes, loved Harmodius, thou'rt undying; Still midst the brave and
- 17 TWIN'ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY BROW?BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.Twin'st thou with lofty wreath thy brow?Such glory then thy beauty sheds, I almost think, while awed I bow 'Tis Rhea's self before me treads.Be what thou wilt,--this heart
- 16 From dread Leucadia's frowning steep, I'll plunge into the whitening deep: And there lie cold, to death resigned, Since Love intoxicates my mind!Mix me, child, a cup divine, Crystal water, ruby wine; Weave the frontlet, richly flus.h.i.+ng O
- 15 The nursling fawn, that in some shade Its antlered mother leaves behind, Is not more wantonly afraid, More timid of the rustling wind!ODE LXXII.Fare thee well, perfidious maid, My soul, too long on earth delayed, Delayed, perfidious girl, by thee, Is on t
- 14 ODE LXV.[1]Like some wanton filly sporting, Maid Of Thrace, thou flyest my courting.Wanton filly! tell me why Thou trip'st away, with scornful eye, And seem'st to think my doating heart Is novice in the bridling art?Believe me, girl, it is not s
- 13 Then wake thee from thy voiceless slumbers, And to the soft and Phrygian numbers, Which, tremblingly, my lips repeat, Send echoes, from thy chord as sweet.'Tis thus the swan, with fading notes, Down the Cayster's current floats, While amorous br
- 12 ODE LVI.He, who instructs the youthful crew To bathe them in the brimmer's dew, And taste, uncloyed by rich excesses, All the bliss that wine possesses; He, who inspires the youth to bound Elastic through the dance's round,-- Bacchus, the G.o.d
- 11 Away, away, ye men of rules, What have I do with schools?They'd make me learn, they'd make me think, But would they make me love and drink?Teach me this, and let me swim My soul upon the goblet's brim; Teach me this, and let me twine Some f
- 10 ODE XLVII.'Tis true, my fading years decline, Yet can I quaff the br.i.m.m.i.n.g wine, As deep as any stripling fair, Whose cheeks the flush of morning wear; And if, amidst the wanton crew, I'm called to wind the dance's clue, Then shalt th
- 9 ODE XLI.When Spring adorns the dewy scene, How sweet to walk the velvet green, And hear the west wind's gentle sighs, As o'er the scented mead it flies!How sweet to mark the pouting vine, Ready to burst in tears of wine; And with some maid, who
- 8 Thus he spoke, and she the while, Heard him with a soothing smile; Then said, "My infant, if so much Thou feel the little wild-bee's touch, How must the heart, ah, Cupid be, The hapless heart that's stung by thee!"[1] Theocritus has im
- 7 ODE x.x.xI.[1]Armed with hyacinthine rod, (Arms enough for such a G.o.d,) Cupid bade me wing my pace, And try with him the rapid race.O'er many a torrent, wild and deep, By tangled brake and pendent steep.With weary foot I panting flew, Till my brow
- 6 She gave thee beauty--mightier far Than all the pomp and power of war.Nor steel, nor fire itself hath power Like woman, in her conquering hour.Be thou but fair, mankind adore thee, Smile, and a world is weak before thee![1][1] Longepierre's remark he
- 5 ODE XIX.[1]Here recline you, gentle maid, Sweet is this embowering shade; Sweet the young, the modest trees, Ruffled by the kissing breeze; Sweet the little founts that weep, Lulling soft the mind to sleep; Hark! they whisper as they roll, Calm persuasion
- 4 Curious stranger, I belong To the bard of Teian song; With his mandate now I fly To the nymph of azure eye;-- She, whose eye has maddened many, But the poet more than any, Venus, for a hymn of love, Warbled in her votive grove,[2]('Twas, in sooth a g
- 3 "Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little waxen toy, Image of the Paphian boy?"Thus I said, the other day, To a youth who past my way: "Sir," (he answered, and the while Answered all in Dori
- 2 ODE V.Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul, Grave for me an ample bowl, Worthy to s.h.i.+ne in hall or bower, When spring-time brings the reveller's hour.Grave it with themes of chaste design, Fit for a simple board like mine.Display not there the bar
- 1 The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore.by Thomas Moore et al.THOMAS MOORE Thomas Moore was born in Dublin on the 28th of May 1780. Both his parents were Roman-Catholics; and he was, as a matter of course, brought up in the same religion, and adhered to it