The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore | Page 9

Thomas Moore
Geneva.?III. Geneva.?IV. Milan.?V. Padua.?VI. Venice.?VII. Venice.?VIII. Venice.?IX. Venice.?X. Mantua.?XI. Florence.?XII. Florence.?XIII. Rome.?XIV. Rome.?XV. Rome.?XVI. Les Charmettes.?Rich and Rare were the Gems She wore.?Rings and Seals.?Ring, The.?Ring, The.?Rival Topics.?Rondeau.?Rose of the Desert.?Round the World goes.?Row Gently Here.?Russian Lover, The.
Sad Case, A.?Sail on, sail on.?Sale of Cupid.?Sale of Loves, The.?Sale of Tools, The.?Say, What shall be Our Sport To-day.?Say, What shall We dance.?Scene from a Play.?Scepticism.?Sceptic, The.?Second Angel's Story.?See the Dawn from Heaven.?Selections.?Shall the Harp Then be Silent.?She is Far from the Land.?She sung of Love.?Shield, The.?Shine Out, Stars.?Should Those Fond Hopes.?Shrine, The.?Silence is in Our Festal Halls.?Since First Thy Word.?Sing--sing--Music was given.?Sing, Sweet Harp.?Sinking Fund cried, The.?Sir Andrew's Dream.?Sketch of the First Act of a New Romantic Drama.?Slumber, oh slumber.?Snake, The.?Snow Spirit, The.?Some Account of the Late Dinner to Dan.?Song.--Ah! Where are They, Who heard, in Former Hours.?Array Thee, Love, Array Thee, Love.?As by the Shore, at Break of Day.?As Love One Summer Eve was straying.?As o'er Her Loom the Lesbian Maid.?As Once a Grecian Maiden wove.?Bring Hither, bring Thy Lute, while Day is dying.?Calm as Beneath its Mother's eyes.?Fly from the World, O Bessy! to Me.?Have You not seen the Timid Tear.?Here, While the Moonlight Dim.?If I swear by That Eye, You'll allow.?If to see Thee be to love Thee.?I saw from Yonder Silent Cave.?March! nor heed Those Anna That hold Thee.?Mary, I believed Thee True.?No Life is Like the Mountaineer's.?Of All My Happiest Hours of Joy.?Oh, Memory, How Coldly.?Oh, Where art Thou dreaming.?Raise the Buckler-poise the Lance.?Smoothly flowing Thro' Verdant Vales.?Some Mortals There may be, so Wise, or so Fine.?Take back the Sigh, Thy Lips of Art.?The Wreath You wove, the Wreath You wove.?Think on that Look Whose Melting Ray.?Thou art not Dead--Thou art not Dead.?"'Tis the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" said the Cup-loving Boy. Up and march! the Timbrel's Sound.?Up with the Sparkling Brimmer.?Weeping for Thee, My Love, Thro' the Long Day.?Welcome Sweet Bird, Thro' the Sunny Air winging.?When Evening Shades are falling.?When the Balaika.?When Time Who steals Our Years Away.?Where is the Heart That would not give.?"Who comes so Gracefully,".?Who'll buy?--'tis Folly's Shop, who'll buy.?Why does Azure deck the Sky.?Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn.?Song and Trio.?Song and Trio.?Song of a Hyperborean.?Song of Fionnuala, The.?Song of Hercules to his Daughter.?Song of Innisfall.?Song of Old Puck.?Song of O'Ruark, The.?Song of the Battle Eve.?Song of the Box, The.?Song of the Departing Spirit of Tithe.?Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods.?Song of the Nubian Girl.?Song of the Olden Time, The.?Song of the Poco-Curante Society.?Song of the two Cupbearers.?Songs of the Church.?Sound the Loud Timbrel.?Sovereign Woman.?So Warmly We met.?Spa, The Wellington.?Speculation, A.?Speech on the Umbrella Question.?Spring and Autumn.?Stanzas.?Stanzas from the Banks of the Shannon.?Stanzas written in Anticipation of Defeat.?Steersman's Song, The.?Still, like Dew in Silence falling.?Still Thou fliest.?Still When Daylight.?St. Jerome on Earth.?Stranger, The.?St. Senanus and the Lady.?Study from the Antique, A.?Sublime was the Warning.?Summer F��te, The.?Summer Webs, The.?Sunday Ethics.?Surprise, The.?Sweet Innisfallen.?Sylph's Ball, The.?Sympathy.
Take Back the Virgin Page.?Take Hence the Bowl.?Tear, The.?Tell Her, oh, tell Her.?Tell-Tale Lyre, The.?Temple to Friendship, A.?The Bird, let Loose.?Thee, Thee, Only Thee.?Then, Fare Thee Well.?Then First from Love.?There are Sounds of Mirth.?There comes a Time.?There is a Bleak Desert.?There's Something Strange.?They know not My Heart.?They may rail at This Life.?They met but Once.?They tell Me Thou'rt the Favored Guest.?Third Angel's Story.?This Life is All checkered with Pleasures and Woes.?This World is All a Fleeting Show..?Tho, Humble the Banquet.?Tho' Lightly sounds the Song I sing.?Those Evening Bells.?Tho' the Last Glimpse of Erin with Sorrow I see.?Tho' 'tis All but a Dream.?Thou art, O God.?Thou bidst Me sing.?Thoughts on Mischief.?Thoughts on Patrons, Puffs, and Other Matters.?Thoughts on Tar Barrels.?Thoughts on the Late Destructive Propositions of the Tories. Thoughts on the Present Government of Ireland.?Thou lovest No More.?Three Doctors, The.?Tibullus to Sulpicia.?Time I've lost in wooing, The.?'Tis All for Thee.?'Tis Gone, and For Ever.?'Tis Sweet to think.?'Tis the Last Rose of Summer.?To......: And hast Thou marked the Pensive Shade.?To......: Come, take Thy Harp--'tis vain to muse.?To......: Never mind How the Pedagogue proses.?To......: Put off the Vestal Veil, nor, oh.?To......: Remember Him Thou leavest behind.?To......: Sweet Lady, look not Thus Again.?To......: That Wrinkle, when First I espied it.?To......: The World had just begun to steal.?To......: 'Tis Time, I feel, to leave Thee Now.?To......: To be the Theme of Every Hour.?To......: When I loved You, I can't but allow.?To......: With All My Soul, Then, let us part.?To......'s Picture: Go Then, if She, Whose Shade Thou art.?To a Boy, with a Watch.?To a Lady, with Some Manuscript Poems.?To a Lady, on Her singing.?To Cara, after an Interval of Absence.?To Cara, oh the Dawning of a New Year's Day.?To Caroline, Viscountess Valletort.?To Cloe.?To-Day, Dearest, is Ours.?To George Morgan, Esq.?To His Serene Highness the Duke of Montpensier.?To James Corry, Esq.?To Joseph Atkinson, Esq.?To Julia, in Allusion to Some Illiberal Criticisms.?To Julia:
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