My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here 's a double health to thee!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- To Thomas Moore
Were 't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell 'T is to thee that I would drink.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- To Thomas Moore...
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Remember Thee...
I give thee all,--I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be
My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee....
As still to the star of its worship, though clouded
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee....
T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Origin of the Harp...
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
Here 's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate
And whatever sky 's above me, Here 's a heart for every fate....
When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- When Twilight Dew...
Eyes of unholy blue. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore