And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Thomas Moore
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Oh breathe not his Name.
Thomas Moore
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
Thomas Moore
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Thomas Moore
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
Thomas Moore
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Little Man and Little Soul.
Thomas Moore
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I ‘ll taste the luxury of woe.
Thomas Moore
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem’ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Thomas Moore