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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOU LOV'ST NO MORE, by THOMAS MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas | |||
Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken, Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er; Thy heart is changed, thy yow is broken, Thou lovest no more - thou lovest no more. Tho' kindly still those eyes behold me, The smile is gone, which once they wore; Tho' fondly still those arms enfold me, 'Tis not the same thou lovest no more. Too long my dream of bliss believing, I've thought thee all thou wert before; But now alas! there ' s no deceiving, 'Tis all too plain , thou lovest no more. - - Oh, thou as soon the dead couldst waken, As lost affection's life restore, Give peace to her that is forsaken, Or bring back him who loves no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE |
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