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Thomas Moore
28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin
Poems of Thomas Moore
If Thou'Lt Be Mine
In The Morning Of Life
It Is Not The Tear At This Moment Shed
Lalla Rookh
Lay His Sword By His Side
Lesbia Hath A Beaming Eye
Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old
Linda To Hafed
Love And The Novice
Love's Young Dream
Memorabilia Of Last Week
My Gentle Harp
Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear
Ne'Er Ask The Hour
No, Not More Welcome
O'Donohue's Mistress
Ode To The Goddess Ceres
Ode To The Sublime Porte
Oft, In The Stilly Night
Oh For The Swords Of Former Time
Oh, Banquet Not
Oh, Could We Do With This World Of Ours
Oh, The Shamrock
Oh, The Sight Entrancing
Oh, Ye Dead!
Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
Oh! Blame Not The Bard
Oh! Breathe Not His Name
Oh! Doubt Me Not
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own
Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light
Omens
On Music
One Bumper At Parting
Quantum Est Quod Desit
Quick! We Have But A Second
Remember Thee!
Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore
Sail On, Sail On
Shall The Harp Then Be Silent
She Is Far From The Land
She Sung Of Love
Silence Is In Our Festal Halls
Sing -- Sing -- Music Was Given
Sing, Sweet Harp
Song Of Innisfail
Song Of The Battle Eve
Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods
Song: Why Does Azure Deck The Sky?
St. Senanus And The Lady
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