Thomas Moore

Behold, my love, the curious gem / Within this simple ring of gold; / 'Tis hallow'd by the touch of them

"A Temple to Friendship;" said Laura, enchanted, / "I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!" / Her temple was built and she now only wanted

'Twas on the Red Sea coast, at morn, we met / The venerable man; a healthy bloom / Mingled its softness with the vigorous thought

"Up!" said the Spirit and ere I could pray / One hasty orison, whirled me away / To a Limbo, lying--I wist not where--

TO ....... / Oh, fair as heaven and chaste as light! / Did nature mould thee all so bright.

Missing or lost, last Sunday night, / A Waterloo coin whereon was traced / The inscription, "Courage!" in letters bright,

Night closed around the conqueror's way, / And lightnings showed the distant hill, / Where those who lost that dreadful day,

God preserve us!--there's nothing now safe from assault;-- / Thrones toppling around, churches brought to the hammer; / And accounts have just reached us that one Mr.

FROM ALCIPHRON AT ALEXANDRIA TO CLEON AT ATHENS. / Well may you wonder at my flight / From those fair Gardens in whose bowers

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME. / . / 'Tis true, alas--the mysteries and the lore