Poems by S. Moore

Oh! Take me to her dying bed,
To get her farewell kiss,
Ere she be numbered with the dead,
...

The storm is raging and the drifting snow
Is forming curious ridges on the street,
And still t...

O how I long again to see
The vernal face of Spring,
And hear, from every budding tree,
Som...

Through the bleak barren wilds and rough uplands I strayed'
And hungry and faint and of dangers ...

I love green fertile Ireland,
The fairest spot on earth,
Where many a happy day I spent
And ...

I love the beautiful month of May
When the warblers sing and the lambskins play,
When nature p...

In Egypt reigned a wicked king,
Whose every act was vile--
He took the Hebrews' baby boys
And...

I love to roam o'er the mountains wild,
All topped with heathy brown--
For I'd rather be calle...

Let us hail the newborn year,
Come our drooping hearts to cheer,
Let us all be cheerful, gay...

'Tis night, a dull, dark, cheerless night,
Nor moon, nor stars are visible to sight,
The ...

"In the night His Song shall be with me." --Psalm 42: 8 When Sol has sunk behind the West
An...

There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a scorching ray
Consumes the rose of innocence
An...

Envy, that greedy fiend within
The worlding's all-absorbing breast,
That most uncomfortable s...

Is death a blessing or a curse,
An enemy or friend?
A dreamless sleep, or terminus
At life's...

Deal gently with the erring ones,
The helpless fallen raise,
Strengthen the weak, so shall y...