Poems by S. Moore

Every want my spirit feels,
Every sorrow, every care,
Only strengthens my appeals,
Sweeten...

The scenery around Quebec
Is beautifully fair,
Nor have I ever yet beheld
A richer any where....

The mists obscured the mountain peaks,
And hid their hoary heads;
While through the cloud-chi...

Lough Erne beautiful and bright,
Thou still art in my fancied sight,
While twice ten thousand...

Redeem the time, nor moments waste
In slothfulness or folly,
Nor yet in frantic worldly haste...

I've seen the cheek suffused with red
By death's cold hand laid pale,
Like flowrets bruised by...

Far from the spot that gave me birth,
I mournfully yet fondly gaze,
Through fancy's light, o...

When dark, foreboding fears distress the soul,
And swell the bosom with despairing grief,
Re...

A Prince among the sons of men is dead,
The healer of the breach, a warrior brave
Has passed ...

Land of cold winters, deep rivers and floods,
Hot summers, broad prairies and wide spreading ...

I went in search of happiness
And sought, alas! In vain
To find among earth's promised joys
T...

One eve while indulging my poetic mood,
Strayed by the side of a shaggy old wood,
And there a...

Beyond the wild Atlantic Ocean
Through fancy's light,
The home that claims my heart's devotion...

Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, and coarse, and unrefined,
And cunning too--as I'...

It is sad to be lonely, when others are gay,
With a cloud o'er the heart to eclipse pleasure's...