English poem
To The Same. On Looking Through Her Album.
by Thomas Moore
No wonder bards, both high and low, From Byron down to ***** and me, Should seek the fame which all bestow On him whose task is praising thee. Let but the theme be Jersey's eyes, At once all errors are forgiven; As even old Sternhold still we prize, Because, tho' dull, he sings of heaven.
More by Thomas Moore
- To The Lord Viscount Forbes.
- TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
- To The Rev. Charles Overton, Curate Of Romaldkirk.
- To The Reverend ----. One Of The Sixteen Requisitionists Of Nottingham.
- To The Ship In Which Lord Castlereagh Sailed For The Continent.
- To Thomas Hume, Esq., M. D.
- To Weave A Garland For The Rose. By Paul, The Silentiary.
- To-Day, Dearest! Is Ours.