Thomas Moore
Last Lines
All the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.
And a blessing for me to that alley of limes!
And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own!
And all things fair and bright are Thine!
And gleam along the watery way.
And grimly bid us -- drink no more!
And hallow each drop that foams for him.
And he will -- if thou wilt be mine, love!
And in freedom's cause advancing!
And leave dull earth behind us.
And live my follies o'er again.
And mingle sweet song and sunshine together!
And my soul dies of wanting thee.
And our death come on, holy and calm as the night!
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
And pledge the universe in wine!
And shield thee, and save thee, or perish there too!
And teases, though divinely pleasing!
And the finer they are, the more sure to run through.
And the hope that liv'd thro' it shall blossom at last.
And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
And yet who did not, and yet who did not.
And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee.
As others would take a millennium in feeling!
As sweetly as they've ruin'd mine!
As that light which heaven sheds!
As wake again one bliss they gave.
As would blanch for ever her rosy light!
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
Because I cannot love thee more than now!
Before I love such things again!
Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain!
Burns the same where'er it goes.
But all earth's power couldn't cast from its base.
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
By such benign, blessed sounds again.
Call my spirit to the fields above?
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Cradle our crying woes to sleep!
Dearest, thus we'll join the two.
Enough for me that she's a new one.
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
For the long-faded glories they cover.
From her own lov'd island of sorrow!
From the fountain divine, 'tis sufficient for me!
From the image he left there in dying!
Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame!
Has been made resembling thee!
He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it there.
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear.
I feel it breaks the lover's heart!
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.
Is lifeless to one gleam of thine!
Is looked up to the more, because Heaven is there!
Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.
Is the pride of thus dying for thee!
It dies 'mid the tears of the cup!
It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again.
Jehovah has triumph'd -- His people are free!
Let the rainbow of Hope be her Wellington's name!
Like them in tears it sets, dear love! like them in tears it sets!
Like those sweet flowers from thee.
Love reasons much better than Reason.
May seem to give their perfume too!
My life! what should I not have done?
None so bright, so blest as thou!
O love! O music! how I hate you!
O'er whom a wondering world shall weep!
Of vengeance they have left us!
Oh! who would live a slave in this?
Oh, 'tis the utmost Heaven can do!
One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair.
One joy so sweet as that worst pain.
One ray upon its chords from thee.
Or died in the porch, than thus dishonour the fane.
Proclaims he's wanting on earth!
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!
Shall guard the flame awak'd by thee.
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
She spins the bright tissue again.
Should sip and kiss them while they may.
Since Love and you are near related!
Smile, and a world is weak before thee!
So drink them all! so drink them all!
So he oped the window, and flew away!
Such as saints might feel above.
Sure such a life should never cease!
Take day and night for woman's love, what angels we should be!
Than guilt and shame hath made thee.
Than written, with Harvey, whole volumes upon it?
That is fondest and truest in love.
"That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost!"
That warms your eyes, my Nora Creina!
The bowl but brightens my love for thee.
The rapids are near and the daylight's past!
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
The throne and laws more sovereign still than he!
Then left the remainder to darkness and showers!
Then rest thee, bark, but not till then.
Then you and I are sages, Fanny.
Then, for Erin and her cause, hurra!
There's nothing calm but Heaven!
They drink but little wine below!
They shall never sound in slavery!
Through prison-bars, its hymn to liberty!
Thus love declines -- cold eve of love!
To -- do without you altogether!
To be love when I'm near thee, and grief when away!
To earth and heaven, "Hush, all, hush!"
To fall in banquet than in war!
To find that they fell there in vain!
To settle ere morning between them.
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!
We have but to make love to the lips that are near.
What Heaven had made so glorious!
Where valour sleeps, unnamed, forgot!
Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine!
Whose flowing souls the goblet blends!
Will never shine so bright again.
With harmony of soul and song!
With those we love exchanged at night!
Within their current turns to stone.
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