Thomas Moore ( 10 of 56 )
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a read more
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double
allowance.
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds read more
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly,
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!
I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
Man's noblest read more
I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
Man's noblest works must have one common end,
And nothing crown the tablet of his name.
On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
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On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?
Dear creature!--you'd swear
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of read more
Dear creature!--you'd swear
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
