Thomas Moore

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  •     THE Brilliant black eye
        May in triumph let fly
    All its darts without caring who feels ’em;
        But the soft eye of blue,
        Though it scatter wounds too,
    Is much better pleased when it heals ’em!
          Dear Fanny!

        The black...

  • Here is one leaf reserved for me,
    From all thy sweet memorials free;
    And here my simple song might tell
    The feelings thou must guess so well.
    But could I thus, within thy mind,
    One little vacant corner find,
    Where no impression yet is seen,...

  •         WREATHE the bowl
            With flowers of soul,
    The brightest wit can find us;
            We ’ll take a flight
            Towards heaven to-night,
    And leave dull earth behind us!
            Should Love amid
            The wreaths be hid
    ...

  • “a Temple to Friendship,” cried Laura, enchanted,
    “I ’ll build in this garden; the thought is divine.”
    So the temple was built, and she now only wanted
    An image of Friendship, to place on the shrine.

    So she flew to the sculptor, who sat down before her
    ...

  • And doth not a meeting like this make amends
      For all the long years I ’ve been wand’ring away—
    To see thus around me my youth’s early friends,
      As smiling and kind as in that happy day?
    Though haply o’er some of your brows, as o’er mine,
      The snow-fall...

  • There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet
    As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
    O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart
    Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart!

    Yet it was not that Nature had shed o’er the scene...

  • I Knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
      Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
    And I said, “If there ’s peace to be found in the world,
      A heart that is humble might hope for it here!”

    It was noon, and on flowers that languished around...

  • Cuando estoy á par contigo
     Se renueva la creación;
    Más vivífico es el aire,
     Más hermoso alumbra el sol.
    Tu presencia es luz radiante,
    ...

  • Vé do la gloria te llama,
    Y entre el rumor de la fama
     ¡Ay! acuérdate de mí.
    Cuando más grato á tu oído
    Fuere el popular ruído,
     Aun acuérdate de mí.

    Te...

  • At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
    To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
    And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
    To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
    And tell me our love...