Thomas Moore's Poetry, by popularity

• Thro’ Grief And Thro’ Danger

  THRO’ grief and thro’ danger thy smile hath cheer’d my way, 
  Till hope seem’d to bud from each thorn that round me lay; 

  13 lines
• Linda To Hafed

      FROM "THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS."
  

  42 lines
• Her Picture

  Go then, if she, whose shade thou art,
  No more will let thee soothe my pain;

  21 lines
• The Wine-Cup is Circling

  The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall,
  And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining,

  30 lines
• Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord

  Alas ! my dear friend, what a state of affairs !
    How unjustly we both are despoil'd of our rights !

  35 lines
• The Parallel

  Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling,
  In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart --

  28 lines
• Oh, Banquet Not

  Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers,
  Where Youth resorts, but come to me,

  16 lines
• Why I Loved You

  The world has just begun to steal
  Each hope that led me lightly on;

  38 lines
• When ’Midst The Gay I Meet

  When ’midst the gay I meet
        That gentle smile of thine,

  25 lines
• The Wandering Bard

  What life like that of the bard can be --
  The wandering bard, who roams as free

  36 lines
• The Prince's Day

  Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them,
  And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers:

  39 lines
• Love and the Novice

  "Here we dwell, in holiest bowers,
  Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend;

  21 lines
• I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime

  I saw thy form in youthful prime,
  Nor thought that pale decay

  24 lines
• I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake

  I wish I was by that dim Lake,
  Where sinful souls their farewell take

  24 lines
• From This Hour the Pledge is Given

  From this hour the pledge is given,
  From this hour my soul is thine:

  20 lines
• Silence is in Our Festal Halls

  Silence is in our festal halls --
  Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er;

  32 lines
• Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own

  Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own,
  In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone,

  20 lines
• Fairest! Put on a While

  Fairest! put on a while
  These pinions of light I bring thee,

  40 lines
• There Are Sounds of Mirth

  There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing,
  And lamps from every casement shown;

  24 lines
• It Is Not the Tear At This Moment Shed

  It is not the tear at this moment shed,
  When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him,

  16 lines
• I'd Mourn the Hopes

  I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,
  If thy smiles had left me too;

  32 lines
• No, Not More Welcome

  No, not more welcome the fairy numbers
  Of music fall on the sleeper's ear,

  16 lines
• When Cold in the Earth

  When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved,
  Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;

  24 lines
• Forget Not the Field

  Forget not the field where they perish'd,
  The truest, the last of the brave,

  20 lines
• Though Humble the Banquet

  Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee,
  Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command;

  20 lines
• Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear

  Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns
  One charm of feeling, one fond regret;

  28 lines
• They Know Not My Heart

  They know not my heart, who believe there can be
  One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee;

  12 lines
• The Origin of the Harp

  Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee
  Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea;

  16 lines
• Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome the Hour

  Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour
  That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,

  24 lines
• Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes

  Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,
  So full of hope, and joy, and light,

  16 lines

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