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Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 2) Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 2)

Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 2)
FADLADEEN, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to sum up his opinion of the young Cashmerian's poetry,--of which, he trusted, they had that evening heard the last. Having recapitulated the epithets, "frivolous"--"inharmonious"--"nonsensical," he proceeded to say that, viewed in the most favorable light it resembled one of those Maldivian boats, to which the Princess had alluded in the relation of her dream,-- a slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of flowers and birds, which this poet had ready on... Poems - Post by : Kevin_M - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3573

Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 1) Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 1)

Lalla Rookh - Light of the Haram (Part 1)
The singular placidity with which FADLADEEN had listened during the latter part of this obnoxious story surprised the Princess and FERAMORZ exceedingly; and even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspicious young persons who little knew the source of a complacency so marvellous. The truth was he had been organizing for the last few days a most notable plan of persecution against the poet in consequence of some passages that had fallen from him on the second evening of recital,--which appeared to this worthy Chamberlain to contain language and principles for which nothing short of the summary criticism of the... Poems - Post by : Kevin_M - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3184

Lalla Rookh - Paradise and the Peri Lalla Rookh - Paradise and the Peri

Lalla Rookh - Paradise and the Peri
The story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being ended, they were now doomed to hear FADLADEEN'S criticisms upon it. A series of disappointments and accidents had occurred to this learned Chamberlain during the journey. In the first place, those couriers stationed, as in the reign of Shah Jehan, between Delhi and the Western coast of India, to secure a constant supply of mangoes for the Royal Table, had by some cruel irregularity failed in their duty; and to eat any mangoes but those of Mazagong was of course impossible.(136) In the next place, the elephant laden with his fine antique... Poems - Post by : Kevin_M - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2025

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 3) Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 3)

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 3)
LALLA ROOKH could think of nothing all day but the misery of those two young lovers. Her gayety was gone, and she looked pensively even upon FADLAPEEN. She felt, too, without knowing why, a sort of uneasy pleasure in imagining that AZIM must have been just such a youth as FERAMORZ; just as worthy to enjoy all the blessings, without any of the pangs, of that illusive passion, which too often like the sunny apples of Istkahar(88) is all sweetness on one side and all bitterness on the other. As they passed along a sequestered river after sunset they saw a... Poems - Post by : Wukka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3305

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 2) Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 2)

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 2)
On their arrival next night at the place of encampment they were surprised and delighted to find the groves all around illuminated; some artists of Yamtcheou(53) having been sent on previously for the purpose. On each side of the green alley, which led to the Royal Pavilion, artificial sceneries of bamboo-work were erected, representing arches, minarets, towers, from which hung thousands of silken lanterns painted by the most delicate pencils of Canton.--Nothing could be more beautiful than the leaves of the mango-trees and acacias shining in the light of the bamboo-scenery which shed a lustre round as soft as that of... Poems - Post by : Wukka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2493

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 1) Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 1)

Lalla Rookh - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (Part 1)
In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, King of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favor of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet; and, passing into India through the delightful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor and the host, and was afterwards escorted with the same splendor to Surat he embarked for Arabia.(1) During the stay of the... Poems - Post by : Wukka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3441

Take Back The Virgin Page Take Back The Virgin Page

Take Back The Virgin Page
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.Thoughts come, as pure as light Pure as even _you_ require:But, oh! each word I write Love turns to fire.Yet let me keep the book: Oft shall my heart renew,When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you.Like you, 'tis fair and bright; Like you, too bright and fairTo let wild passion write One wrong wish there.Haply, when from those eyes Far, far away I roam.Should calmer thoughts arise... Poems - Post by : SharonO - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2772

How Dear To Me The Hour How Dear To Me The Hour

How Dear To Me The Hour
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west,I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.(The end)Thomas Moore's poem: How Dear To Me The Hour... Poems - Post by : Jen_K - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 1994

The Meeting Of The Waters The Meeting Of The Waters

The Meeting Of The Waters
the Meeting of the Waters.(1)There is not in the wide world a valley so sweetAs that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;(2)Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.Yet it _was_ not that nature had shed o'er the sceneHer purest of crystal and brightest of green;'Twas _not_ her soft magic of streamlet or hill,Oh! no,--it was something more exquisite still.'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,When we... Poems - Post by : Tony_Wigley - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3380

As A Beam O'er The Face Of The Waters May Glow As A Beam O'er The Face Of The Waters May Glow

As A Beam O'er The Face Of The Waters May Glow
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glowWhile the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throwsIts bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes.To which life nothing darker or brighter can bringFor which joy has no balm and affliction no sting--Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray;The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain,It may smile in... Poems - Post by : conquest97 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2568

Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore

Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,(1)And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;But oh! her beauty was far beyondHer sparkling gems, or snow-white wand."Lady! dost thou not fear, to stray,"So lone and lovely through this bleak way?"Are Erin's sons so good or so cold,"As not to be tempted by woman or gold?""Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,"No son of Erin will offer me harm:--"For though they love woman and golden store,"Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more!"On she went and her maiden smileIn safety lighted her round the green isle;And blest for ever is... Poems - Post by : William_Young - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3168

Tho' The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See Tho' The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See

Tho' The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,And thine eyes make my climate wherever we room.To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore,Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more,I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough windLess rude than the foes we leave frowning behind.And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes;And hang o'er thy soft harp, as wildly it breathes;Nor dread that the cold-hearted Saxon will tearOne chord from that harp,... Poems - Post by : davebrucesr - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3560

Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light

Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now;Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to morrow to brighten my brow.No!--life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile-- May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here,Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile,... Poems - Post by : ibexdata - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 958

Fly Not Yet Fly Not Yet

Fly Not Yet
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,When pleasure, like the midnight flowerThat scorns the eye of vulgar light,Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon.'Twas but to bless these hours of shadeThat beauty and the moon were made;'Tis then their soft attractions glowingSet the tides and goblets flowing. Oh! stay,--Oh! stay,--Joy so seldom weaves a chainLike this to-night, and oh, 'tis pain To break its links so soon.Fly not yet, the fount that playedIn times of old through Ammon's shade,Though icy cold by day it ran,Yet still, like souls of mirth, began... Poems - Post by : francisjoubert - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3171

The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls

The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls
The harp that once thro' 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 pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er,And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells;The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells.Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throbs she gives,Is when some heart indignant breaks. To show that still she lives.(The end)Thomas Moore's... Poems - Post by : robertgator69 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2447

When He, Who Adores Thee When He, Who Adores Thee

When He, Who Adores Thee
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind,Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resigned?Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree;For Heaven can witness, tho' guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee.With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Every thought of my reason was thine;In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine.Oh! blest are the... Poems - Post by : lost21 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2978

Oh! Breathe Not His Name Oh! Breathe Not His Name

Oh! Breathe Not His Name
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid:Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps,Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;And the tear that we shed, tho' in secret it rolls,Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.(The end)Thomas Moore's poem: Oh! Breathe Not His Name... Poems - Post by : MediaCow - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 1837

Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes

Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes
Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes,Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies! Shining through sorrow's stream, Saddening through pleasure's beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, Weep while they rise.Erin, thy silent tear never shall cease,Erin, thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow's light, Thy various tints unite, And form in heaven's sight One arch of peace!(The end)Thomas Moore's poem: Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes... Poems - Post by : andrea_hayhurst - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2484

War Song War Song

War Song
REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE.(1)Remember the glories of Brien the brave, Tho' the days of the hero are o'er;Tho' lost to Mononia and cold in the grave,(2) He returns to Kinkora no more.(3)That star of the field, which so often hath poured Its beam on the battle, is set;But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light us to victory yet.Mononia! when Nature embellished the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair,Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there?No! Freedom, whose smile we... Poems - Post by : exp491 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 2229

Go Where Glory Waits Thee Go Where Glory Waits Thee

Go Where Glory Waits Thee
Go where glory waits thee,But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me.When the praise thou meetestTo thine ear is sweetest, Oh! then remember me.Other arms may press thee,Dearer friends caress thee,All the joys that bless thee, Sweeter far may be;But when friends are nearest,And when joys are dearest, Oh! then remember me!When, at eve, thou rovestBy the star thou lovest, Oh! then remember me.Think, when home returning,Bright we've seen it burning, Oh! thus remember me.Oft as summer closes,When thine eye reposesOn its lingering roses, Once so loved by thee,Think of her who wove... Poems - Post by : codrut2004 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Thomas Moore - Read : 3615