Poems by S. Moore

Some say this world is beautiful,
Some call it base and vile,
Some think it always frowns on ...

The beauties of Summer are passing away
And the flowers are losing their bloom,
And soon, hoa...

Far as the eye can range around,
Snow cold and crisp o'erspreads the ground;
With nothing to ...

When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So hot and so exceedingly bright,
Then let me hide i...

Out in the cold, wild, drifting snow,
Blindly wandering to and fro,
For the night was dark ...

When dreary winter takes his welcome flight,
And day extends his conquests on the night,
And ...

Hail! Queen of beauty, vernal spring,
We joy to feel thee near;
While twice ten thousand war...

The Soul! What is it? Can a mortal tell,
And by philosophy the cause expound,
How we become p...

When wearied and worried, fatigued and opprest,
How welcome and soothing and cheering is rest-...

Hail! Holy, hope-inspiring day,
God's portion of the Seven,
And oldest landmark in the way
...

In olden times respect was shown to age
And youth revered the hoary-headed sage
But times have ...

Grey streaks of dawn had shot athwart the gloom,
While stalwart soldiers watched around the tom...

How grand to see the white maned billows roll,
And waste their fury on the rocky shore,
Or li...

What is Samson's boasted strength
Before Delilah's art!
He must yield to her at length
And tel...

Old Santa Claus is now on his way
Laden with presents for Christmas day;
Then down the chimney...