I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires
As much as if the deed were done.

If wishing damns us, you and I
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for...

Poet: Thomas Moore

'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips' impassioned touch -
'Twas the first time I dared so...

Poet: Thomas Moore

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, 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

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

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
  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

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 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,” 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