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Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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Miracles
de Coana Loenida
It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...
Portrait D\'une Femme
de Ezra Pound
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things, Strange spars of...
Putting in the Seed
de Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper\'s on the table, and we\'ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren...
Putting in the Seed
de Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper\'s on the table, and we\'ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren...
One of us cannot be wrong
de Leonard Cohen
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...
It is unfortunate that this site accepts and publishes such type of poetry. Although the content is mediocre, the title is vulgar. The fapt that there are four stars attached to it, astonishes me! (I\...
la Femeia, who the f*** is femeia de Bogdan Geana