Poems by Thomas Moore
After the Battle
... -- If death that world's bright opening be, ...
All In a Family Way
... Hands round! -- why the deuce should we stop ...
Alone in Crowds to Wander On
... The few bright things they thought would stay ...
An Argument
... Are damned to all our heart's content ...
An Expostulation to Lord King
... Of these same hungry devils about fifteen hundred!"It follows from hence - and the Duke's very words ...
An Incantation
... Great M.P. for Sudsbury!For the frothy charm is ripe, ...
And Doth Not a Meeting Like This
... They're ours, when we meet -- they are lost when we part, ...
As a Beam O'er the Face of the Waters May Glow
... ch joy has no balm and affliction no sting -- Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, ...
As Slow Our Ship
... With some we've left behind us! As travellers oft look back at eve, ...
As Vanquish'd Erin
... And sends them, wing'd with worse than death, ...
At the Mid Hour of Night
... And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, ...
Avenging and Bright
... Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore -- We swear to avenge them! -- no joy shall be tasted, ...
Befire the Battle
... Who close their eyes on victory's breast! O'er his watch-fire's fading embers ...
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
... Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, ...
By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore
... Dreams of heaven, nor thinks that e'er ...
