Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER A LECTURE ON MOORE, by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Shine soft, ye trembling tears of light Last Line: That ravished mortal ears! Subject(s): Moore, Thomas (1779-1852) | ||||||||
SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of light That strew the mourning skies; Hushed in the silent dews of night The harp of Erin lies. What though her thousand years have past Of poets, saints, and kings, -- Her echoes only hear the last That swept those golden strings. Fling o'er his mound, ye star-lit bowers, The balmiest wreaths ye wear, Whose breath has lent your earth-born flowers Heaven's own ambrosial air. Breathe, bird of night, thy softest tone, By shadowy grove and rill; Thy song will soothe us while we own That his was sweeter still. Stay, pitying Time, thy foot for him Who gave thee swifter wings, Nor let thine envious shadow dim The light his glory flings. If in his cheek unholy blood Burned for one youthful hour, 'T was but the flushing of the bud That blooms a milk-white flower. Take him, kind mother, to thy breast, Who loved thy smiles so well, And spread thy mantle o'er his rest Of rose and asphodel. The bark has sailed the midnight sea, The sea without a shore, That waved its parting sign to thee, -- "A health to thee, Tom Moore!" And thine long lingering on the strand, Its bright-hued streamers furled, Was loosed by age, with trembling hand, To seek the silent world. Not silent! no, the radiant stars Still singing as they shine, Unheard through earth's imprisoning bars, Have voices sweet as thine. Wake, then, in happier realms above, The songs of bygone years, Till angels learn those airs of love That ravished mortal ears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON MOORE'S LAST OPERATIC FARCE, OR FARCICAL OPERA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE IRISH AVATAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THOMAS MOORE (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS THE IMPROVISATORE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FOR THE MOORE CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN by THOMAS HOOD THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS HOOD A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |
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