Thomas Moore

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• Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
  Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
  • Poems Relating to America. A Canadian Boat Song, st. 1

• A Persian's heaven is easily made:
  'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.
  • Intercepted Letters; or The Two-Penny Post Bag, VI (1813)

• Oft, in the stilly night,
  Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
  Fond Memory brings the light
  Of other days around me;
  The smiles, the tears,
  Of boyhood's years,
  The words of love then spoken;
  The eyes that shone,
  Now dimm'd and gone,
  The cheerful hearts now broken!
  • National Airs, Oft in the Stilly Night, st. 1 (1815)

• I feel like one,
  Who treads alone
  Some banquet-hall deserted,
  Whose lights are fled,
  Whose garlands dead,
  And all but he departed!
  • Oft in the Stilly Night, st. 2 (1815)

• What though youth gave love and roses,
  Age still leaves us friends and wine.
  • National Airs, Spring and Autumn, st. 1 (1815)

• Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
  Jehovah has triumphed—his people are free.
  • Sacred Songs, Sound the Loud Timbrel, st. 1

• Oh, call it by some better name,
  For friendship sounds too cold.
  • Ballads and Songs. Oh, Call It by Some Better Name, st. 1

Irish Melodies (1807-1834)

• Go where glory waits thee,
  But while fame elates thee,
  Oh! still remember me!
  • Go Where Glory Waits Thee, st. 1

• Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
  Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.
  • Oh Breathe Not His Name, st. 1

• And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
  Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
  • Oh Breathe Not His Name, st. 1

• The harp that once through Tara's halls
  The soul of music shed,
  Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
  As if that soul were fled.
  • The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls, st. 1

• Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
  And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
  • Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore, st. 1

• 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,
  Like 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.
  • Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms, st. 1

• But there's nothing half so sweet in life
  As love's young dream.
  • Love's Young Dream', st. 1

• Eyes of unholy blue.
  • By That Lake Whose Gloomy Shore, st. 2

• 'Tis the last rose of Summer,
  Left blooming alone;
  All her lovely companions
  Are faded and gone.
  • The Last Rose of Summer, st. 1

• The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone,
  In the ranks of death you'll find him;
  His father's sword he has girded on,
  And his wild harp slung behind him.
  • The Minstrel Boy, st. 1

• And the best of all ways
  To lengthen our days
  Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
  • The Young May Moon, st. 1

• You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
  But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
  • Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome the Hour, st. 3

• No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us
  All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
  • Come O'er the Sea, st. 2

• The light that lies
  In woman's eyes,
  Has been my heart's undoing.
  • The Time I've Lost in Wooing, st. 1

• My only books
  Were woman's looks,
  And folly's all they've taught me.
  • The Time I've Lost in Wooing, st. 1

Lalla Rookh (1817)

• There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,
  And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;
  In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream,
  To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
  • Part II

• Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,
  But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
  • Part II

• Oh! ever thus from childhood's hour
  I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
  I never loved a tree or flower,
  But 'twas the first to fade away.
  I never nurst a dear gazelle
  To glad me with its soft black eye
  But when it came to know me well
  And love me it was sure to die!
  • Part V

• Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
  But turn to ashes on the lips.
  • Part V

• Paradise itself were dim
  And joyless, if not shared with him!
  • Part VI