Poems by Thomas Moore
Song of Innisfail
... While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail ...
Song of the Battle Eve
... No matter -- grasp thy sword and away! Let those, who brook the chain ...
St. Senanus and the Lady
... St. Senanus"On! haste, and leave this sacred isle, ...
Sublime Was the Warning
... For the Shamrock of Erin and the Olive of Spain! Ye Blakes and O'Donnels, whose fathers resign'd ...
Sweet Innisfallen
... Where erring man might hope to rest -- Might hope to rest, and find in thee ...
Take Back the Virgin Page
... Tell through what storms I stray -- ...
The Donkey and His Panniers
... For every description of job-work so ready!One driver (whom Ned might have "hail'd" as a "brother") ...
The Fortune-Teller
... Must only be left to the stars and your eyes ...
The Ghost of Miltiades
... -- He smil'd as the pale moon smiles through rain, ...
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
... And hearts, that once beat high for praise, ...
The Irish Peasant to his Mistress
... They say, too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains -- ...
The Legacy
... Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here ...
The Light of Other Days
... Ere slumber's chain has bound me, ...
The Meeting of the Waters
... Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, ...
The Minstrel Boy
... One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! -- but the foeman's chain ...
