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Beautiful Irish Poem
Song
by Thomas Moore
the greatest Irish lyrist
born Dublin, 1779 - died 1852
Have you not seen the timid tear
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fix'd on you alone?
And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?
To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly, true:
My life has been a task of love,
One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try;
Alas! I know but one proof more -
I'll bless your name, and die!
by Thomas Moore
the greatest Irish lyrist
born Dublin, 1779 - died 1852
Have you not seen the timid tear
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fix'd on you alone?
And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?
To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly, true:
My life has been a task of love,
One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try;
Alas! I know but one proof more -
I'll bless your name, and die!
Replies to This Discussion
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Permalink Reply by Kristan R Parker on -
Dear Mr Daub, that is one of my favorite poems. I could read it over and over. There is so much truth to it. Thanks
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Permalink Reply by Dusty Keleher on -
I quote (or paraphrase) Moore in the last verse of my song "Over The Canyon" which is up on my page. I had the song kicking around for about a year and felt it needed another verse to wrap up its obtuse meaning. I was reading Seamus Mcmanus's "Story of the Irish Race" and a poem by Thomas Moore was in it. As I read it I heard the melody of my old song waiting in the wings. I could argue the subject matter was similar so I finagled some of the lines and finished my song.
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Permalink Reply by Felicia on -
Enjoyed listeningt to you sing--are your ancestors from Dongal? You look like my relatives!
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Permalink Reply by Frank Daub on -
Dear Literary Friends
Did you know that James Joyce, the grand Irish novelist and expatriate from Ireland, wrote poetry? I came across some of his work yesterday and thought I would post a Joycean poem. To Walter and Pierre: Live on, good messengers of history's wisest words. Take poetry to the masses; may poets be the lords.
Simples by James Joyce
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
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Permalink Reply by Felicia on
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Thanks for sharing the poem;; one need only think of te cool stickiness of eve and wonder where ion the isle did love find the maiden and her male
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Permalink Reply by Walter on -
The Dancer with the White Face
(An Ode to a friend)
Copyright ©Walter Magill 2003
I saw a dancer in the night
A body tanned a face of white.
I watched her sway in rhythmic geste
Her arms in motion – heaving breast.
I touched the moment of her dance
Her legs transfixed in sensual stance.
I gathered in her smells and sounds
Her body moves both full and round.
And all too soon the dance did end
But I had found a ‘dancing’ friend.
I am taking a little poetic licence here to include this poem in the ‘Beautiful Irish Poem’ forum. However, perhaps we could envisage the girl as an ‘Irish Colleen’. Actually, if truth be told, she wasn’t. Although, she did hail from Chicago. Close?!
Walter . . .
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Permalink Reply by Frank Daub on
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Dear Friend
I thoroughly enjoy this "luscious" poem. Yes. It belongs in the forum. It was composed by an Irishman. And who better appreciates the sinew and form of a beautiful girl.
The poem is very "universal", right? It has a universal theme. That's an important beginning.
It has a dark feel to it, in imagery. That is, I feel I am in a secret place, in the mind of the speaker, who brings a unique vision to the concept of a "dance."
Most importantly, it is a complete story and is clean and quickly understood.
I like this poem, North Man.
frank
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Permalink Reply by Felicia on
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I love the way you use words. My undergrad work was in professional writing and now I am in school for teaching--I knew you were a teacher! Must be a lot of work and yet much fun to have a bar, especially with so many children to come and help out?
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Permalink Reply by Frank Daub on
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How grand to have been invited as a friend. Thank you, Felicia.
Yep. Taught English and American lit. for 24 years, at university and high school level. You will absolutely love teaching. High school is best, to me, because the students are alive with energy. Lit is difficult unless you get them involved with the personality of the author/characters.
And I am overwhelmed by the poem on your page. YES!
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