Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

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

In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.

As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
The golden sands of that Island shore,
A foot-print sparkled before his sight --
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!

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