Wert Thou All That I Wish Thee, Great, Glorious, And Free, First Flower Of The Earth And First Gem Of The Sea.
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
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!...
To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- I saw thy Form...
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Come, rest in this Bosom...
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...
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....
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...
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Go where Glory waits thee...
With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...