Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

All poems by Thomas Moore on Kalliope, ordered alphabetically by title.

A

After the Battle

All that’s bright must fade

Alone in Crowds to Wander On

And Doth Not a Meeting Like This

And now with all thy pencil’s truth

A Night Thought

An Ode upon Morning

A Reflection at Sea

Arm’d with hyacinthine rod

As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow

As, by his Lemnian forge’s flame

As late I sought the spangled bowers

As Slow Our Ship

A Study From The Antique

As Vanquish’d Erin

A Temple to Friendship

At the Mid Hour of Night

Avenging and Bright

B

Before the Battle

Behold, the young, the rosy Spring

Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

Black And Blue Eyes

Bright Be Thy Dreams

Buds of roses, virgin flowers

By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore

C

Cloris and Fanny

Come O’er the Sea

Come, Rest in this Bosom

Come, Send Round the Wine

Count me, on the summer trees

Cupid once upon a bed

D

Dear Harp of my Country

Desmond’s Song

Dost Thou Remember

Drink of This Cup

E

Elegiac Stanzas

Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes

Eveleen’s Bower

F

Fairest! Put on a While

Fanny of Timmol

Farewell! — But Whenever You Welcome the Hour

Fill the Bumper Fair

Flow on, Thou Shining River

Fly not thus my brow of snow

Forget Not the Field

From This Hour the Pledge is Given

G

Give me, my love, that billing kiss

Give me the harp of epic song

H

Here recline you, gentle maid

How am I to punish thee

How Dear to Me the Hour

How I love the festive boy

How Oft Has the Benshee Cried

How shall I woo

I

I care not for the idle state

I’d Mourn the Hopes

If hoarded gold possess’d the power

If Thou’lt Be Mine

I know that Heaven hath sent me here

Illustration of a Bore

Intended for Nea

In the Morning of Life

I often wish this languid lyre

I pray thee, by the gods above

I Saw From the Beach

I saw the smiling bard of pleasure

I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime

It Is Not the Tear At This Moment Shed

I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee

I will, I will; the conflict’s past

I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake

L

Lay His Sword By His Side

Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye

Let Erin Remember the Days of Old

Let us drain the nectar’d bowl

Listen to the Muse’s lyre

Little Mary’s Eye

Love and Reason

Love and the Novice

Love Is a Hunter-boy

Love’s Light Summer-Cloud

Love’s Young Dream

Love Thee, Dearest? Love Thee?

M

My Heart and Lute

N

Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear

Nay, tempt me not to love again

Ne’er Ask the Hour

No, Not More Welcome

Now the star of day is high

Q

Quick! We Have But a Second

R

Reason and Folly and Beauty, they say

Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore

Row Gently Here

S

Sail On, Sail On

Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul

Shall the Harp Then Be Silent

She is Far From the Land

She Sung of Love

Sic Juvat Perire

Silence is in Our Festal Halls

Sing — Sing — Music Was Given

Sing, Sweet Harp

Song of Innisfail

Song of the Battle Eve

So Warmly We met

Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves

St. Senanus and the Lady

Sublime Was the Warning

Sweet Innisfallen

T

Take Back The Sigh

Take Back the Virgin Page

Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee

Tell me, why, my sweetest dove

The Dream of Those Days

Thee, Thee, Only Thee

The Evening Gun

The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls

The Irish Peasant to his Mistress

The Lake Of The Dismal Swamp

The Light of Other Days

The Meeting of the Waters

The Minstrel Boy

The Mountain Spite

The Night Dance

The Origin of the Harp

The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm

The Prince’s Day

The probability

There Are Sounds of Mirth

There comes a time, a dreary time

The Sale of Loves

The Song of Fionnuala

The Song of O’Ruark, Prince of Breffni

The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing

The Wandering Bard

The Wine-Cup is Circling

The women tell me every day

They Know Not My Heart

They May Rail at this Life

The Young May Moon

They tell how Atys, wild with love

This Life Is All Chequer’d With Pleasures and Woes

This World Is All a Fleeting Show

Though Humble the Banquet

Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See

Thou, whose soft and rosy hues

Thy harp may sing of Troy’s alarms

Tis Gone, And For Ever

Tis Sweet to Think

Tis the Last Rose of Summer

Tis true, my fading years decline

To all that breathe the air of heaven

To a sleeping maid

To Cara, After An Interval Of Absence

To Julia Weeping

To Ladies’ Eyes

To ...: Sweet Lady, Look Not Thus Again

To ... [That wrinkle, when first I espied it]

To the Pretty Little Mrs. —

To ... [When I loved you, I can’t but allow]

Twas in a mocking dream of night

Twas night, and many a circling bowl

Twas noon of night, when round the pole

Twas One of Those Dreams

V

Vulcan! hear your glorious task

Y

Yes, be the glorious revel mine

Yes — loving is a painful thrill

You read it in these spell-bound eyes

You Remember Ellen