English poem
IMPROMPTU,
by Thomas Moore
No, never shall my soul forget The friends I found so cordial-hearted; Dear shall be the day we met, And dear shall be the night we parted.
If fond regrets, however sweet, Must with the lapse of time decay, Yet stall, when thus in mirth you meet, Fill high to him that's far away!
Long be the light of memory found Alive within your social glass; Let that be still the magic round. O'er which Oblivion, dare not pass.
More by Thomas Moore
- IMITATION OF CATULLUS.
- Imitation Of Catullus. To Himself.
- Imitation Of The Inferno Of Dante.
- Imitation. From The French.
- Impromptu, On Leaving Some Friends.
- Impromptu. After A Visit To Mrs. ----, Of Montreal.
- Impromptu. Upon Being Obliged To Leave A Pleasant Party, From The Want Of A Pair Of Breeches To Dress For Dinner In.
- In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus.