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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued)

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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. 1

My Heart and Lute.

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    Who has not felt how sadly sweet
  The dream of home, the dream of home,
Steals o’er the heart, too soon to fleet,
  When far o’er sea or land we roam?

The Dream of Home.

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To Greece we give our shining blades.

Evenings in Greece. First Evening.

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When thus the heart is in a vein
Of tender thought, the simplest strain
Can touch it with peculiar power.

Evenings in Greece. First Evening.

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    If thou would’st have me sing and play
  As once I play’d and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
  And bring one freshly strung.

If Thou would ’st have Me sing and play.

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    To sigh, yet feel no pain;
  To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty’s chain,
  Then throw it idly by.

The Blue Stocking.

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    Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!
  From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins,
That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty’s war,
  Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

On the Entry of the Austrians into Naples, 1821.

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This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future,—two eternities!

Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

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But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

Note 1.
This song was introduced in Kemble’s “Lodoiska,” act iii. sc. 1. [back]

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