Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

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

When through life unblest we rove,
Losing all that made life dear,
Should some notes we used to love,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain!
Wakening thoughts that long have slept,
Kindling former smiles again
In faded eyes that long have wept.

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