Thomas Moore
Titles
As A Beam O'er The Face Of The Waters
Avenging and Bright Fell The Swift Sword Of Erin
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore
Come, Chase That Starting Tear Away
Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes
Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome The Hour
Fly Not Yet, 'Tis Just The Hour
From This Hour The Pledge Is Given
Hark! The Vesper Bell Is Stealing
Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded
I Saw Thy Form In Youthful Prime
I'd Mourn The Hopes That Leave Me.
It Is Not The Tear At This Moment Shed
Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old
No, Not More Welcome The Fairy Numbers
O Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear.
Odes Of Anacreon: And whose immortal hand could shed...
Odes Of Anacreon: Away, away, you men of rules...
Odes Of Anacreon: Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray...
Odes Of Anacreon: Fill me, boy, as deep a draught...
Odes Of Anacreon: From dread Leucadia's frowning steep,
Odes Of Anacreon: Golden hues of youth are fled...
Odes Of Anacreon: I care not for the idle state...
Odes Of Anacreon: I fear that love disturbs my rest
Odes Of Anacreon: I know thou lovest a brimming measure...
Odes Of Anacreon: If hoarded gold possess'd a power...
Odes Of Anacreon: Let me resign a wretched breath...
Odes Of Anacreon: Mix me, child, a cup divine...
Odes Of Anacreon: Observe when mother earth is dry...
Odes Of Anacreon: One day the Muses twined the hands...
Odes Of Anacreon: Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn...
Odes Of Anacreon: Tis true, my fading years decline...
Odes Of Anacreon: To all that breathe the airs of heaven...
Odes Of Anacreon: When my thirsty soul I steep...
Odes Of Anacreon: Within this goblet rich and deep...
Odes Of Anacreon: Yes -- loving is a painful thrill...
Odes Of Anacreon: Yes, be the glorious revel mine...
Odes To Nea: If I were yonder wave, my dear...
Odes To Nea: There's not a look, a word of thine...
Odes To Nea: Well, peace to thy heart, though another's it be...
Odes To Nea: You read it in my languid eyes...
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own!
Oh, Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
Oh, No - Not E'en When First We Loved.
Remember The Glories Of Brien The Brave
Silence Is In Our Festal Halls
Tell Me Where The Maid Is Found
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
This Life Is All Chequer'd With Pleasures And Woes
This World Is All A Fleeting Show
Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin
What The Bee Is To The Floweret
When On The Lip The Sigh Delays
Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes
Where Shall We Bury Our Shame?
While Gazing On The Moon's Light
