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| 3211. | Sing, Sweet Harp by Thomas Moore | | Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me
Some song of ancient days,
Whose sounds, in this sad memory,
Long-buried dreams shall raise; --
Some lay that ... |
| 3212. | Take Back the Virgin Page by Thomas Moore | | Written on Returning a Blank Book
Take back the virgin page,
White and unwritten still;
Some hand, more calm and sage,
The leaf must fill. ... |
| 3213. | The Donkey and His Panniers by Thomas Moore | | A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous,
So much that you'd swear he rejoic'd in a load,
One day had to jog under panniers so pond'rous,
Th... |
| 3214. | The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls by Thomas Moore | | The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled. --
So sleeps the... |
| 3215. | The Irish Peasant to his Mistress by Thomas Moore | | Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way,
Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;
The darker our fortune,... |
| 3216. | The Mountain Sprite by Thomas Moore | | In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and... |
| 3217. | The Origin of the Harp by Thomas Moore | | Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee
Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea;
And who often, at eve, through the bright water... |
| 3218. | The Parallel by Thomas Moore | | Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling,
In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart --
If drinking deep, deep, of the same "cup of tremblin... |
| 3219. | The Prince's Day by Thomas Moore | | Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them,
And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers:
There never were hearts, if our rule... |
| 3220. | The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni by Thomas Moore | | The valley lay smiling before me,
Where lately I left her behind;
Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me,
That sadden'd the joy of my mind. ... |
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