Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852

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Odes Of Anacreon: I know thou lovest a brimming measure...

I know thou lovest a brimming measure...

by Thomas Moore

I know thou lovest a brimming measure,
And art a kindly, cordial host;
But let me fill and drink at pleasure,
Thus I enjoy the goblet most.

Source:

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.
 

Other Works

To Cara, On The Dawning Of A New Year's DayBefore The BattleOh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own!Odes To Nea: You read it in my languid eyes...Come, Chase That Starting Tear AwayIf Thou'lt Be MineNo, Not More Welcome The Fairy NumbersCome, Rest In This BosomThe Time I've Lost In WooingI Knew By The SmokeI Wish I Was By That Dim LakeOh, Arranmore, Loved ArranmoreTo The Flying-FishIll Omen'sThou Art, O GodOh! The Sight EntrancingThe Lake Of The Dismal Swamp.O Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear.How Shall I Woo?Sing, Sweet Harp

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