Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Thomas Moore Poems

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