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Believe Me, If All These Endearing Young Charms Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly today Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms Like fairy gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art Let thy loveliness fade as it will And... Poet: Thomas Moore	At the Mid Hour of Night 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... Poet: Thomas Moore	Acuérdate de mí 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. ... Poet: Thomas Moore	Contigo Cuando estoy á par contigo Se renueva la creación; Más vivífico es el aire, Más hermoso alumbra el sol. Tu presencia es luz radiante, ... Poet: Thomas Moore
“I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled” 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... Poet: Thomas Moore	The Vale of Avoca 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... Poet: Thomas Moore	“And doth not a meeting like this” 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... Poet: Thomas Moore	A Temple to Friendship “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 ... Poet: Thomas Moore
“Wreathe the bowl” 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 ... Poet: Thomas Moore	Verses written in an Album 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,... Poet: Thomas Moore