Category Archives: Thomas Moore

Poem – The  Fortune Teller 

Down in the valley come meet me to-night,  And I’ll tell you your fortune truly  As ever ’twas told, by the new-moon’s light,  To a young maiden, shining as newly.  But, for the world, let no one be nigh,  Lest … Continue reading

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Poem – The Dream of those Days

The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o’er  Thy triumph hath stain’d the charm thy sorrows then wore;  And even the light which Hope once shed o’er thy chains,  Alas, not a gleam to grace thy … Continue reading

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Poem – The Donkey and His Panniers

A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you’d swear he rejoic’d in a load, One day had to jog under panniers so pond’rous, That — down the poor Donkey fell smack on the road! His owners … Continue reading

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Poem – Take Back the Virgin Page

Take back the virgin page,  White and unwritten still;  Some hand, more calm and sage,  The leaf must fill.  Thoughts come, as pure as light  Pure as even you require;  But, oh! each word I write  Love turns to fire.  … Continue reading

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Poem – Lay his Sword By his Side

Lay his sword by his side — it hath served him too well  Not to rest near his pillow below;  To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell,  Its point was still turn’d to a flying foe.  … Continue reading

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Poem – Lalla Rookh 

“How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,  Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood– “How sweetly does the moon-beam smile To-night upon yon leafy isle! Oft in my fancy’s wanderings, … Continue reading

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Poem – In the Morning of Life

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,  And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,  When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,  And the light that surrounds us is all from within;  Oh … Continue reading

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