At The End Of The Day by Rabindranath Tagore
At the end of the day Wanly smiling The dying sun will look at my face Bidding me its last farewell. The flute will play by the side of the way The cattle will graze on the banks of the river In the courtyard the children will play And the birds will sing – Still […]
And In Wonder And Amazement I Sing by Rabindranath Tagore
The universe is full of life Among all these I have found a place And in wonder and amazement I sing. The world is swayed By eternity’s rushing tide Rising and falling I have felt its tug in my blood Racing through my veins And in wonder and amazement I sing. While walking in the […]
Along The Way by Rabindranath Tagore
I receive your touch Now and then But I don’t know how and when. Is it in the scent of an unknown flower Or in the joy I feel in the song of a travelling singer? Do I receive your touch all on a sudden When there is great sorrow And my world is shaken […]
All These I Loved by Rabindranath Tagore
This dancing of the light on the leaves This playing of the wild winds Among the sal groves They have all maddened my mind Along this red-earth road That man going to the village market The little girl sitting on the dust Playing alone with her tray of toys Whatever I see before me They […]
A Hundred Years Hence by Rabindranath Tagore
Who it is With such curiosity Reads my poems A hundred years hence! Shall I be able to send you An iota of joy of this fresh spring morning The flower that blooms today The songs that the birds sing The glow of today’s setting sun Filled with my feelings of love? Yet for a […]
A Dream (English Translation) by Rabindranath Tagore
On the banks of the river Shipra Far far away in that land of dreams To seek the first love of my former life. She had lodhra* powder on her face A lotus she playfully held in her hand She stuck buds of kunda in her ears And kurubak flower in her hair Her slim […]
Eveleen’s Bower by Thomas Moore
Oh! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen’s bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon hid her light, From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o’er the maiden’s shame. The clouds pass’d soon From the chaste cold moon, And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame; But […]
Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes by Thomas Moore
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 […]
Erin, Oh Erin by Thomas Moore
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare’s holy fane, And burn’d through long ages of darkness and storm, Is the heart that sorrows have frown’d on in vain, Whose spirit outlives them, unfading and warm. Erin, oh Erin, thus bright through the tears Of a long night of bondage, thy spirit appears. The nations […]
Enigma by Thomas Moore
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years old, And therefore no chicken, as you may suppose; — Though a dwarf in my youth (as my nurses have told), I have, ev’ry year since, been outgrowing my clothes; Till, at last, such a […]
Echo by Thomas Moore
How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o’er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e’er beneath the moonlight’s star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat. ‘Tis […]
Drink To Her by Thomas Moore
Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet’s sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy. Oh! woman’s heart was made For minstrel hands alone; By other fingers play’d, It yields not half the tone. Then here’s to her who long Hath waked the poet’s sigh, The girl who gave […]
Drink of This Cup by Thomas Moore
Drink of this cup; — you’ll find there’s a spell in Its every drop ‘gainst the ills of mortality; Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen; Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Would you forget the dark world we are in Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top […]
Did Not by Thomas Moore
‘Twas a new feeling; something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other’s eye, And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, To speak, but did not. She felt my lips’ impassioned touch; ‘Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not; […]
Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note by Thomas Moore
Said a Sov’reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of leather, “How happens it, I prithee, That though I’m wedded with thee, Fair Pound, we can never live together? Like your sex, fond of change, With silver you can range, And of lots of young […]
Desmond’s Song by Thomas Moore
By the Feal’s wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those eyes. Some voice whisper’d o’er me, As the threshold I cross’d, There was ruin before me, If I loved, I was lost. Love came, and brought sorrow Too soon in his train; Yet so sweet, […]
Dear Harp of my Country by Thomas Moore
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of Silence had hung o’er thee long. When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song. The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken’d thy fondest, thy […]
Cotton and Corn by Thomas Moore
Said Cotton to Corn, t’other day, As they met and exchang’d salute– (Squire Corn in his carriage so gay, Poor Cotton, half famish’d on foot): “Great Squire, if it isn’t uncivil To hint at starvation before you, Look down on a poor hungry devil, And give him some bread, I implore you!” Quoth Corn, then, […]
Come, Send Round the Wine by Thomas Moore
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools; This moment’s a flower too fair and brief To be wither’d and stain’d by the dust of the schools. Your glass may be purple, and mine may be blue, But, while they are fill’d from the same bright bowl, […]
Come, Rest in this Bosom by Thomas Moore
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o’ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if ’tis not the same Through […]
Come O’er the Sea by Thomas Moore
Come o’er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where’er it goes. Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; ‘Tis life where thou art, ’tis death were thou are not. Then come o’er the sea, Maiden with me, […]
By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore by Thomas Moore
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o’er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. “Here, at least,” he calmly said, “Woman ne’er shall find my bed.” Ah! the good Saint little knew What that wily sex can do. ‘Twas from Kathleen’s eyes he flew — Eyes […]
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Live fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my […]
Befire the Battle by Thomas Moore
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow’s strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, death or life — Oh! remember life can be No charm for him, who lives not free! Like the day-star in the wave, Sinks a hero in his grave, ‘Midst the dew-fall of a nation’s […]
Avenging and Bright by Thomas Moore
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray’d! — For every fond eye he hath waken’d a tear in A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o’er her blade. By the red cloud that hung over Conor’s dark dwelling, When Ulad’s three champions lay sleeping […]
At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, And tell me our love […]
As Vanquish’d Erin by Thomas Moore
As vanquish’d Erin wept beside The Boyne’s ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp’d his loaded quiver. “Lie hid,” she cried, “ye venom’d darts, Where mortal eye may shun you; Lie hid — the stain of manly hearts, That bled for me, is on you.” But vain her wish, her weeping […]
As Slow Our Ship by Thomas Moore
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look’d back To that dear isle ’twas leaving. So loath we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts as on we rove, To those we’ve left behind us. When, round […]
As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow by Thomas Moore
As a beam o’er the face of the waters may glow While 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 throws Its bleak shade alike o’er our joys […]
And Doth Not a Meeting Like This by Thomas Moore
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I’ve been wandering away — To see thus around me my youth’s early friends, As smiling and kind as in that happy day? Though haply o’er some of your brows, as o’er mine, The snow — fall of time may be […]
An Incantation by Thomas Moore
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from fancy — or from soap; Bright as e’er the South Sea sent from its frothy element! Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go. Mix the lather, Johnny W–lks, Thou, […]
An Expostulation to Lord King by Thomas Moore
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you know, if one hasn’t a very high rental, ‘Tis hardly worth while being very high born? Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life, On a question, my Lord, there’s so much to […]
An Argument by Thomas Moore
I’ve oft been told by learned friars, That wishing and the crime are one, And Heaven punishes desires As much as if the deed were done. If wishing damns us, you and I Are damned to all our heart’s content; Come, then, at least we may enjoy Some pleasure for our punishment! ————— The End […]
Alone in Crowds to Wander On by Thomas Moore
Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where’er we roved — This, this the doom must be Of all who’ve loved, and loved to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die […]
All In a Family Way by Thomas Moore
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can’t thin ’em; I’ve torn up my old money-bags, Having little or nought to put in ’em. My tradesman are smashing by dozens, But this is all nothing, they say; For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins, So, it’s all in the family way. My […]
After the Battle by Thomas Moore
Night closed around the conqueror’s way, And lightnings show’d the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier’s hope, the patriot’s zeal, For ever dimm’d, for ever crost — Oh! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour’s lost? The last […]
Which way does the wind blow? by Thomas J Camp
Which way, you ask? Do I perchance wish the wind would blow? S I prefer a Southerly. For me, the best one, don’t you know. The warmth of the Gulf Stream tampers the air of the brisk green sea, Still deeply cold there at the dark depths where the sun’s seeking rays seize to reflect, […]
Virgule by Thomas Lux
Virgule by Thomas Lux What I love about this little leaning mark is how it divides without divisiveness. The left or bottom side prying that choice up or out, the right or top side pressing down upon its choice: either/or, his/her. Sometimes called a slash (too harsh), a slant (a little dizzy, but the Dickinson […]
Unlike, For Example, The Sound Of A Riptooth Saw by Thomas Lux
Unlike, For Example, The Sound Of A Riptooth Saw by Thomas Lux gnawing through a shinbone, a high howl inside of which a bloody, slashed-by-growls note is heard, unlike that sound, and instead, its opposite: a barely sounded sound (put your nuclear ears on for it, your giant hearing horn, its cornucopia mouth wide) — […]
Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
Torn Shades by Thomas Lux How, in the first place, did they get torn-pulled down hard too many times: to hide a blow, or sex, or a man in stained pajamas? The tear blade-shaped, serrated, in tatters. And once, in a house flatside to a gas station, as snow fell at a speed and angle […]