Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

1. Anacreontic 10/3/2015
2. Song: Why Does Azure Deck The Sky? 1/12/2016
3. Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods 2/28/2015
4. To Ladies' Eyes 1/3/2003
5. The Sinking Fund Cried 1/3/2003
6. Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See 1/3/2003
7. I Saw Thy Form In Youthful Prime 1/3/2003
8. The Song Of O'Ruark, Prince Of Breffni 1/3/2003
9. Translation From The Gull Language 1/3/2003
10. Linda To Hafed 4/8/2010
11. There Are Sounds Of Mirth 1/3/2003
12. The Ghost Of Miltiades 1/3/2003
13. Though Humble The Banquet 1/3/2003
14. The Song Of Fionnuala 1/3/2003
15. Song Of The Battle Eve 1/3/2003
16. Ode To The Sublime Porte 1/3/2003
17. The Prince's Day 1/3/2003
18. The Dream Of Those Days 1/3/2003
19. Oh, Banquet Not 1/3/2003
20. Sweet Innisfallen 1/3/2003
21. When First I Met Thee 1/3/2003
22. Weep On, Weep On 1/3/2003
23. Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord 4/8/2010
24. The Wandering Bard 1/3/2003
25. Fill The Bumper Fair 1/3/2003
26. The Parallel 1/3/2003
27. St. Senanus And The Lady 1/3/2003
28. No, Not More Welcome 1/3/2003
29. This Life Is All Chequer'D With Pleasures And Woes 1/3/2003
30. Oh! Doubt Me Not 1/3/2003
31. Hark! The Vesper Hymn Is Stealing 4/8/2010
32. Oh For The Swords Of Former Time 1/3/2003
33. Take Back The Virgin Page 1/3/2003
34. Silence Is In Our Festal Halls 1/3/2003
35. The Donkey And His Panniers 1/3/2003
36. You Remember Ellen 1/3/2003
37. The Loves Of The Angels 4/8/2010
38. When Cold In The Earth 1/3/2003
39. Her Picture 4/8/2010
40. Omens 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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